savory buttered golden,
on sweet potato bread
drips
*make a figure eight on my thigh
I wish you'd lick it off.
I want to live in your eyes.*
skirt pulled up to my chest
but your phones gone dead.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
savory buttered golden,
on sweet potato bread
drips
*make a figure eight on my thigh
I wish you'd lick it off.
I want to live in your eyes.*
skirt pulled up to my chest
but your phones gone dead.
Right at the most exciting part...
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