Orgasm
i can't believe it's not body butter
the delicate elegancegenetically angelic, psychedelicthis intelligence, it's obvious, no sunray's stopping us'til my skeleton is welcomed in, the runways to a hell i might be melted init's almost like cosmos osmosisdeep in her eyes, i've lost focusthe cold heart and frosted roseswith her white gown, we lied downafter a bottle of chardonnay, and merlot, its not hard to say, i got her lowthe glorious euphoriawith a spirit in perfect symmetryour bodies are aqueous, with our shadow stalking uspuddles of a chateau's hardwood floor, show me what my heart's good forwithout the grace she's given mei wouldn't ever see this epiphanyin the pit of me is loves epitomewith her white gown, we lied downafter a bottle of chardonnay, and merlot, its not hard to say, i got her lowshe gets so high, it's therapeuticso beautiful, i'm goin' to loose itphenomonal anomolyshe has the voice of a symphonyLetras de cancioneslike she is my lsd, we share this telekinetic electricityso everytime we feel felicity, her voice has that sympathy to elicit it in meand i can tune into her frequentlythere's no static on our frequencyi don't know what she sees in me
From Letras Mania