the taste of insanity
the thought of lust
the touch of the cold wind blowing a crossed wet skin
bite the lip
the sight of it, makes you weak to your knee's
the ****** desire
this beauty from within
exposed by the violet moonlight
these thoughts intensify
hearing the words " I love you" being whispered
feeling the satisfaction puts a smirk on her face
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
the taste of insanity
the thought of lust
the touch of the cold wind blowing a crossed wet skin
bite the lip
the sight of it, makes you weak to your knee's
the ****** desire
this beauty from within
exposed by the violet moonlight
these thoughts intensify
hearing the words " I love you" being whispered
feeling the satisfaction puts a smirk on her face
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