Grow with me against a wall.
Tangle up our vines, twisted - entwined.
Because I can't think of anything I want more
Than the surface of you against my screaming, rapid pulse.
And don't leave my side,
No other vine can replace the way
Yours has shaped mine.
Tangle up our vines, twisted - entwined.
Because I can't think of anything I want more
Than the surface of you against my screaming, rapid pulse.
And don't leave my side,
No other vine can replace the way
Yours has shaped mine.
2 comments:
so passionate...
Thank you.
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