I tried to play my guitar,
literally having *** with it.
My baby who moaned as her strings,
are the hairs I brush it with my fingers.
She moaned the tunes of death,
gently I heard her whispers in my ears.
I kissed it with my low voice,
to match my thoughts with my fears.
I tried to play my guitar,
Her lust is an awe.
She lets me forget the springs in summers,
She lets me forget the dawn.
My soul is her moaning,
that I don't want to get it lost.
That's why I tried to ****** my guitar,
AS I WOULD DO IT TO A BLONDE.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:40 AM UTC
I tried to play my guitar,
literally having *** with it.
My baby who moaned as her strings,
are the hairs I brush it with my fingers.
She moaned the tunes of death,
gently I heard her whispers in my ears.
I kissed it with my low voice,
to match my thoughts with my fears.
I tried to play my guitar,
Her lust is an awe.
She lets me forget the springs in summers,
She lets me forget the dawn.
My soul is her moaning,
that I don't want to get it lost.
That's why I tried to ****** my guitar,
AS I WOULD DO IT TO A BLONDE.
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