slate sleepy streets wet
you make like a wizard
funny feelings from your fairy dust
is the wild prospect of
misinterpretations making you hard
for me like your fear of my flirt
gets me turned on?
these warm shadows sail
dumb conversations at a coffee shop
the core of you is warm and i am cold
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
slate sleepy streets wet
you make like a wizard
funny feelings from your fairy dust
is the wild prospect of
misinterpretations making you hard
for me like your fear of my flirt
gets me turned on?
these warm shadows sail
dumb conversations at a coffee shop
the core of you is warm and i am cold
he’ll chicken out
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