I beg you not to speak to me at that temperature 🥵
🥵 I think I did it again
I made you believe we're more than just friends
Oh baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious
'Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me
Oh baby, baby😈
Since you asked.
Can you be more over them than staring love in the face and
telling it to go
fuck itself
behind the walls of Vejer de la Frontera
Friday night is windswept and the electrical circuits of our AirBnB blowout
but no one will have sex behind closed doors to warm up tonight
even though he shaved
and complemented my wrists and
the stack of green emerald rings
because I already know I have beautiful hands
and my heart
makes love with the Eleven Stars over Andalusia
to larissa
i get so full of god that they tell me i'm ill again but
please keep sending me photos of your ass
you're gonna make me the sickest of all time
your content props up my aching dead divinity
you have goodbye tattooed on your knees
i farewell and push you around in my
crisp-grounded-sweet-malice you probably
wanna fuck camus so let me fuck a little of him into you
'we need to be brave enough to imagine sisyphus smiling'
my mouth is watering grin, chops spit licked, forget pushing
lithium up that hill send me another photo so i have one more
reason to live so that i can die, smiling
Right. So, though not hot and single, I still want to say: wow. Loved the commentary of the part:
"Never learning to love that gap
between desire (impassioned)
And outcome. "
So much in that.
🥵 I think I did it again
I made you believe we're more than just friends
Oh baby
It might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious
'Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me
Oh baby, baby😈
Since you asked.
Can you be more over them than staring love in the face and
telling it to go
fuck itself
behind the walls of Vejer de la Frontera
Friday night is windswept and the electrical circuits of our AirBnB blowout
but no one will have sex behind closed doors to warm up tonight
even though he shaved
and complemented my wrists and
the stack of green emerald rings
because I already know I have beautiful hands
and my heart
makes love with the Eleven Stars over Andalusia
to larissa
i get so full of god that they tell me i'm ill again but
please keep sending me photos of your ass
you're gonna make me the sickest of all time
your content props up my aching dead divinity
you have goodbye tattooed on your knees
i farewell and push you around in my
crisp-grounded-sweet-malice you probably
wanna fuck camus so let me fuck a little of him into you
'we need to be brave enough to imagine sisyphus smiling'
my mouth is watering grin, chops spit licked, forget pushing
lithium up that hill send me another photo so i have one more
reason to live so that i can die, smiling
Right. So, though not hot and single, I still want to say: wow. Loved the commentary of the part:
"Never learning to love that gap
between desire (impassioned)
And outcome. "
So much in that.