God what I'd give for her goodnight kiss
a menagerie of midnight looks and licks at her lips
a motley mix of *** and sensual slips between her hips
If only for tonight my face could caress her fingertips
If her chestnut and champagne tresses could traipse across my silhouette
If i could have the privilege to be powerlessly entranced by her eyes like on the day we met
God what I'd give for her goodnight kiss
If before sleep our mouths could be the strings, I'd be her marionette
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 12:26 PM UTC
God what I'd give for her goodnight kiss
a menagerie of midnight looks and licks at her lips
a motley mix of *** and sensual slips between her hips
If only for tonight my face could caress her fingertips
If her chestnut and champagne tresses could traipse across my silhouette
If i could have the privilege to be powerlessly entranced by her eyes like on the day we met
God what I'd give for her goodnight kiss
If before sleep our mouths could be the strings, I'd be her marionette
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