Oh how a good feeling is peeling off my skin
I must confess your caress brings my sorrow less
Sins win
Oh good feeling won't you stay,
Like cigarettes this feeling;
Pleasurable and some what addicting
Say you don't smoke menthol but you'd kiss it.
Menthol lips,
Swaying hips;
Good feeling please be lit.
A sense of being wanted
Hoping this Is not a furthermore trick.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Oh how a good feeling is peeling off my skin
I must confess your caress brings my sorrow less
Sins win
Oh good feeling won't you stay,
Like cigarettes this feeling;
Pleasurable and some what addicting
Say you don't smoke menthol but you'd kiss it.
Menthol lips,
Swaying hips;
Good feeling please be lit.
A sense of being wanted
Hoping this Is not a furthermore trick.
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