lay where youre laying
dont make a sound
I KNOW THEY'RE WATCHING
all the commotion
the kiddie like play
has people talking
talking
yeah
this sex is on fireeee
dark of the alley
the breaking of day
head while im driving
im driving
soft lips are open
them nuckles is pale
feels like youre dying
youre dying
yeaaaaah
this sex is on fire
and soooo
were the words to transpireee
hot as a fever
rattling bones
i could just taste it
taste it!
its not forever
its for tonight
....
ITS NOT TONIGHT
its for forever
tobalstylo
licking chocolated fingers
domingo, 28 de diciembre de 2008
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