I want you. I need you. Your smell, your touch. You drive me wild. Wise men say only fools rush in- but we’re falling and I don’t care. That endless feeling, is it the melding void of love- or the sticky sweet crave of lust?
I want you. I need you. Your smell, your touch. You drive me wild. Wise men say only fools rush in- but we’re falling and I don’t care. That endless feeling, is it the melding void of love- or the sticky sweet crave of lust?
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