Orgasm
violin on deck
i plucked a flower, in a foresti picked a flower at the floristi never thought i'd lose my roots for this, but, i was the flower that you pickedand i'll be back every spring, for your kissi would never say that i had fallen in lovecause i'll always climb right back up for us and sorry doesn't cut it, but it cuts it shortso i'll keep it sweet, i'm yoursplant me underneath, flowers by your feetlisten to our heart, mine won't skip a beatdeath is just the dirt, within lover's potteryif it doesn't rain... your tears will water meand, sorry doesn't cut it, but it cuts it shortso i'll keep it sweet, i'm yours
From Letras Mania