I found you on the verge of disillusion, but you came here in search of a solution. Flesh on your body in perfect distribution. Champagne bubble bath chronicles, velcro the lessons in us. Trust, the memories made don't just combat the lust.
I'm vexed foreal, look at the sex appeal. But wait let me get my mind right. We both know heated encounters create the hindsight. Nevertheless, I ain't tryna make you feel flustered and nervous. Even though you're sweet, you ain't just a dessert. Cause without the cake, the custard is worthless. I know it feels good to be understood. But if someones got to do it, I'm the one that should.
So let me take away the pain in hope's that it stays away.What will we see in the morning? It's possible we'll go our separate ways. So the attention is what we'll be mourning.
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