Touch me. caress my curves like you mean it use callused hands to weave through my hair and chapped lips to trail my neck draw closer and breathe heavier dig nails into my back and leave ****** streams groan like you know what you want whisper the things you know i like and when it's all over,
make me wish i never met you
an offering of all the things I wish you did while we were still talking through late nights on the side of the highway in your stupid ******* highlander