Your breath catches up
Your scent is annoying
If only I wasn't the innocent me I would have crushed your fingers in a worldly
moan
Unfortunately I'm not an angel—instead I'm impressed as the incarnation of
bedbugs
As if I have a passion to transmit the essence of lust
If you're not my lover, I'd better go to mbah shaman to complain or to the sea
it's better
There I found jellyfish, dolphins and their inhabitants
If only you weren't my girlfriend I would have slapped you with venomous
chatter
Unfortunately the bitches and groans are embroidered from the essence of Adam
and Eve due to the intervention of the cursed devil
How to make out with the night wind that's what I've been waiting for
The small amount drifts in the boredom of the evening
Blind illusion at night