She lays there on his chest
His hands in her hair.
She whispers to him
This is dangerous.
He says, don't let it get you.
Little does he know, he had me at the first bite of my lip.
It's too late.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
She lays there on his chest
His hands in her hair.
She whispers to him
This is dangerous.
He says, don't let it get you.
Little does he know, he had me at the first bite of my lip.
It's too late.
