Lemuria
Hours
we don't kiss, we just lay therei got your nose in, in my hairhands on my hips and you're wondering:am i ticklishyes i'm ticklisheverywhere you touchedit's morning the alarm screamsyou have to go soon, you have to get out of bedit's cold when you movethis is torture, it's fucking horribleyou don't want to leaveyou don't want to leave
From Letras Mania