The specks of sex dripping off your freckled face
the lustrous linings set at a steady pace
blistered running fingers across legging and lace
one more word and it will all go to waste
one more lick and the world i would taste
between me and you i could do without the space
between me and you i could do without the grace
on top of me, with my eyes i traced
The specks of sex dripping off your freckled face
the lustrous linings set at a steady pace
blistered running fingers across legging and lace
one more word and it will all go to waste
one more lick and the world i would taste
between me and you i could do without the space
between me and you i could do without the grace
on top of me, with my eyes i traced
The specks of sex dripping off your freckled face
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