And i swore i wouldn't love again

Thu, 11/07/2013 - 20:34 -- esomon2



You crept insideLike a deer in head lightsI was before you. And thenCrushed slowlyJerking aboutTo the beat of making loveI was fucked. How incredibly lucid this dream continues to be.

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