domingo, 1 de abril de 2012

smoking gun

I think I'm addicted... to a certain kind of sadness. I think I'm blind by the looks that you give me. I go higher for you. I can chill out whenever you ask me. I can lick you all over, from head to toes. I wanna roll with you, so we can make love. I can inhale your inner soul, then I exhale my love. You and I could be together, as one.

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