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Your love is like Tequila shots. I take few shots, I crave you more as the liquor evaporates on my parched tongue Without satisfying my thirty. I drink many shots, I get intoxicated and Begin to stutter in conjugating words, And wobble like a tree dancing with the wind And crush like a derailed train out of control. Your love is like a tequila shot, Any amount I take-in, is not right for me. Thus, I either die in hunger and thirst of Your intoxicating liquor or Let each tiny drop Explode in my veins And **** me anytime. Slowly. Or How many shots keeps me alive?
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
Water in the Fire
Your love is like Tequila shots. I take few shots, I crave you more as the liquor evaporates on my parched tongue Without satisfying my thirty. I drink many shots, I get intoxicated and Begin to stutter in conjugating words, And wobble like a tree dancing with the wind And crush like a derailed train out of control. Your love is like a tequila shot, Any amount I take-in, is not right for me. Thus, I either die in hunger and thirst of Your intoxicating liquor or Let each tiny drop Explode in my veins And **** me anytime. Slowly. Or How many shots keeps me alive?
Jobira
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51/M/Here
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
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