I’ve been moving stuff Don’t know what you think That wall though I keep it naked For the memory of
I’ve been moving stuff Don’t know what you think That wall though I keep it naked For the memory of your legs wrapped around my waist When we fucked that first time Do you like that I do? How much do you like it? Go over face the wall and strip I want to see what you’re wearing underneath Spread yourself flat That wall is a display case That I will mount you in, whenever you come here An exhibit too beautiful Not to be savoured Not to be touched -- source link
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