Sharing a long, intimate burn between our lungs,
In a small room with a comfortable mattress
Staring gazingly into the warmest part of your mind
Hypnotized
I think we’re making love.
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Sharing a long, intimate burn between our lungs,
In a small room with a comfortable mattress
Staring gazingly into the warmest part of your mind
Hypnotized
I think we’re making love.
Filed under: verse
Mmm…;).
Jesse, I don’t know if this goes into your mailbox but Scotty just called and wants you to pick him up off the 5:40 ferry.
ta,
yaz;)