By Arcassin Burnham
My type of lady,
Makes pancakes in the morning,
Even perfect people make mistakes,
Kisses on your neck, to make you *****
Just a temporary fix,
To get you loving me more,
If my last didn't care about me,
Its you that I adore,
Neck bites,
Soft kisses on shoulder blades,
Cut me deep,
And I go deep and that's a promise baby,
Now scream,
Your so sweet and edible,
Sheets are messy,
With our unmentionables.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
My type of lady,
Makes pancakes in the morning,
Even perfect people make mistakes,
Kisses on your neck, to make you *****
Just a temporary fix,
To get you loving me more,
If my last didn't care about me,
Its you that I adore,
Neck bites,
Soft kisses on shoulder blades,
Cut me deep,
And I go deep and that's a promise baby,
Now scream,
Your so sweet and edible,
Sheets are messy,
With our unmentionables.
falen ❤❤❤❤❤❤
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