Impossible
- Simon Templar
- Aug 19, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 19, 2019
The cusp of those razor finger tips Throbbing before her rhythm red lips
Alone isolated tasteful busy civilization Her love pain and lonely realization
My biceps holding you before tomorrow Throbbing innocent erection domino
Beautify inspiring temporal weakness That smile left alone pain ceaseless
Hot erotic gradual tempting freedom My love eroding in a cryptic Mausoleum
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