High Octane OXT

I know what makes your burn It's the dim of a moonlit night and the saunter of lips up hills and valleys-- It's the crackle of cigarettes atop our pleasantries and the spill of sweet talk made unchained by our mouths To be covered in love until the following dawn dripping drops of lovey-dovey morning dew... To be terribly in love until the following dawn drinking shots like doting lovebirds do...

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