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I love the way you touch my skin and smile in the face of sin gliding, graceful fingertips I need your soft kiss on my lips Our chances at heaven are at this point risky but hell's just gonna be one big party I'd rather kiss ***** in blazing hell than sit in heaven under God's dull spell Let our lipstick mix as we sweetly disgrace the crusafix; what's more divine than the way our fingers intertwine as we watch the moon shine and drink satan's red, red wine
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
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I love the way you touch my skin and smile in the face of sin gliding, graceful fingertips I need your soft kiss on my lips Our chances at heaven are at this point risky but hell's just gonna be one big party I'd rather kiss ***** in blazing hell than sit in heaven under God's dull spell Let our lipstick mix as we sweetly disgrace the crusafix; what's more divine than the way our fingers intertwine as we watch the moon shine and drink satan's red, red wine
sin with me softly I wish heaven was meant for me, but grandpa says it's not. so be it grandpa.
LemonGirl
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
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