The language of lips at the waste side
A bottle of whiskey on our tongues
And the sound of sibilance between our hips
Pure and utter Bliss
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
The language of lips at the waste side
A bottle of whiskey on our tongues
And the sound of sibilance between our hips
Pure and utter Bliss
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