I spent too many nights kissing boys who taste like ***** and cigarettes
With roaming hands and no regrets
And not enough nights kissing the boy with lips like summer and a smile like the clouds
With gentle hands
And eyes like morning coffee
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
I spent too many nights kissing boys who taste like ***** and cigarettes
With roaming hands and no regrets
And not enough nights kissing the boy with lips like summer and a smile like the clouds
With gentle hands
And eyes like morning coffee
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