So go ahead.
One more time.
Whisper sweet nothings into my ear ;
and tell me how badly you want me.
Wrap your arms around me again
and look at me with lust,
while I look at you with feelings.
I was your temporary affection,
but you were my permanent affliction.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
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