My fingers smell of you
Inner thigh bruises, black and blue
It’ll be innocent, what I’ll do
Work you into a sweat, morning dew
Feeling like goddesses, us two
Sticking to one another, organic glue
Excitingly painful but only for a few
My erotica magnifica, you haven’t a clue
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
My fingers smell of you
Inner thigh bruises, black and blue
It’ll be innocent, what I’ll do
Work you into a sweat, morning dew
Feeling like goddesses, us two
Sticking to one another, organic glue
Excitingly painful but only for a few
My erotica magnifica, you haven’t a clue
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