My hand smells like sensual cinnamon smoke and all my words are affected by your existence.
I want to extend every thought I have and I want to start every sentence with additions.
I can only put you in perspective to the trademark of yours; the toxic wonder feeding several, miserable addictions.
Words slowly drags me into stories of another persons mind and you only stay because of your petted persistence.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
My hand smells like sensual cinnamon smoke and all my words are affected by your existence.
I want to extend every thought I have and I want to start every sentence with additions.
I can only put you in perspective to the trademark of yours; the toxic wonder feeding several, miserable addictions.
Words slowly drags me into stories of another persons mind and you only stay because of your petted persistence.
