Your lips, strass clutch bag with a 50s look and a today’s switch
Your hair, punk fantasy of immortal stars but dead after all
Your neck, field of street gaming applied in infrared control
Your hands, cruel cardigan with a dose of smooth wool
Your legs, embroidered drug in a flower bombed pool
Your back, male royal collar erased within a garment militaire
Your heart, our sex bridge revealing how's the figure of a true gent.
5 comments:
I loved this post hon. Great lyricism... but I was distracted slightly by that gorgeous inked chest ;)
xxx
wow! amazing words! girl you got it!
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have a look if you want
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@vint: i mean OHMYGOD!
@muki: thanks baby!!! :) (tryin....) ha
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