Take me to a place where only our hearts will appear outta space...
Touch me in a place where you'll get my highness of love.
Talk to me as if it is the last hour for you to prove your love for me...
Taste my lips as if they were the last bag of jelly tots.
Oooooohhhh. **** me like it was our last.
Fill my heels with excitement
And I promise you
it won't be our last
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
Take me to a place where only our hearts will appear outta space...
Touch me in a place where you'll get my highness of love.
Talk to me as if it is the last hour for you to prove your love for me...
Taste my lips as if they were the last bag of jelly tots.
Oooooohhhh. **** me like it was our last.
Fill my heels with excitement
And I promise you
it won't be our last
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