Tus dedos  son como cuerdas tocando melodías de  placer.

in busy •  5 years ago 

Tirando en la cara, cálmate.
Ver solo su reflejo!
Y luego el dolor ahogó el whisky acre.
Me está esperando todas las mañanas "hola".

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Estás mintiendo, yo no tengo ojos, tengo sensores.

This day is going to be perfect.