Love Connection کے بول

Chapped lips, tounge kissed insert expletive fluids of a summer night, with slight duress forced imperatives find me quoting Pennington. a delicate blend of sweat and menstrual blood seeping into trampled grass. So take my lip between your teeth and taste me by devouring, and I'll start watching my weight again. Oh, oh, oh. Woke up at dawn, face down on the lawn head awash with what had been rest cheek to cheek, fingers underneath soft impressions of your teeth some hours last, and at such a cost stains and scars I can't explain. So take my lip between your teeth, and taste me by devouring. and I'll start watching my weight again. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Some things are best left unsaid. Some things are best left unsaid. Some things are best left unsaid. Some things are best left unsaid. Some things are best left unsaid.