You have a dangerous face and illegal taste
Swoon this is the same old blood rush with a new touch I am safe, quaint and eloquent But my bottom lip along with the top one too Is chapped and it’s all thanks to you We all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss But it never came And we all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss It was but a game You have a moan all of your own And I can feel it down to the bone You have a moan all of your own And… Read More
