Who would have known
That a boy like him
Possessed of magical
Sensitivity
Would approach a girl like me
Who caresses cradles his head
In a bosom
He slides inside
Half awake, half asleep
We faint back
Into sleephood
When I wake up
The second time
In his arms
Gorgeousness
He's still inside me
Possessed of magical
Sensitivity
Would approach a girl like me
Who caresses cradles his head
In a bosom
He slides inside
Half awake, half asleep
We faint back
Into sleephood
When I wake up
The second time
In his arms
Gorgeousness
He's still inside me
Bueno, ya estuvo ¿no? Todos los bloggers que conozco parece que se la pasan haciendo referencias indirectas a mi vida. Chale.
ResponderEliminar