You should not be on my mind,
lips on hips,
between my thighs.
Your tounge should not be searching for my blackend soul.
You're a pill..... I swollowed whole.
Intoxicated, I'm addicted, I'm obsessive, loosing control.
A hatred for the girls who sleep,
they speak the truth,
they moan free.
She has something i'll never have. living thoughts driving me mad.
My calls for you fall upon deaf ears, my boys sleeps like theres no fears.
In my dreams and waking hours, I'm yours to take and to devour.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
You should not be on my mind,
lips on hips,
between my thighs.
Your tounge should not be searching for my blackend soul.
You're a pill..... I swollowed whole.
Intoxicated, I'm addicted, I'm obsessive, loosing control.
A hatred for the girls who sleep,
they speak the truth,
they moan free.
She has something i'll never have. living thoughts driving me mad.
My calls for you fall upon deaf ears, my boys sleeps like theres no fears.
In my dreams and waking hours, I'm yours to take and to devour.
