t dawned on me the morning after she shook me down to my marrow. she was going to break my skin (with consent) and drill holes into my bones and get what she came for.
nothing could turn me on more.
she never stops craving a certain taste, and lately i seem to be lacking flavor-of-the-month.
rearrange.
should i ask?
with your eyes.. could you ever just see me?
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
t dawned on me the morning after she shook me down to my marrow. she was going to break my skin (with consent) and drill holes into my bones and get what she came for.
nothing could turn me on more.
she never stops craving a certain taste, and lately i seem to be lacking flavor-of-the-month.
rearrange.
should i ask?
with your eyes.. could you ever just see me?
a beautiful melancholy mix.
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