freckles; dusted on your face
like cinnamon.
and when i have you in my embrace
i forget we are in michigan;
we should be sitting by the fireplace,
but you keep me warm when we're intimate.
you are my angel cake.
and you taste like love.
the doctor says i need to watch my calorie intake
but you, i don't think i could dispose of.
i'll hold you tighter... just in case.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
freckles; dusted on your face
like cinnamon.
and when i have you in my embrace
i forget we are in michigan;
we should be sitting by the fireplace,
but you keep me warm when we're intimate.
you are my angel cake.
and you taste like love.
the doctor says i need to watch my calorie intake
but you, i don't think i could dispose of.
i'll hold you tighter... just in case.
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