May 2015
savory buttered golden,
on sweet potato bread
drips
make a figure eight on my thigh
I wish you'd lick it off.
I want to live in your eyes.
skirt pulled up to my chest
but your phones gone dead.
on sweet potato bread
drips
make a figure eight on my thigh
I wish you'd lick it off.
I want to live in your eyes.
skirt pulled up to my chest
but your phones gone dead.
Right at the most exciting part...
