jueves, diciembre 6

Soft lips are open 
Them knuckles are pale 
Feels like you're dying 
You're dying 


Your sex is on fire 
And so 
Were the words to transpire 

Hot as a fever 

Rattling bones 
I could just taste it 
Taste it.

(Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon)

PD: Papeeto. No me ofendo si vos sos Grey.

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