this is a song (?), that I wrote today.
I love this kind of things.
Make me feel I’m still alive
He without his jeans
my imagination melts
my body resting on his sheets
I’ll shoot you in your bed
and I’ll keep the love that’s left.
He’s so sexy
I’ll pay to see him again
I always wanted beauty
his love is something sadness
can pay.
When I say shirtless
my imagination sweats
my eyes dream
my tongue is satisfied
I’ll tie you up
to imitate my lies.
He’s so horny
I’ll pay to fvck with him again
I always wanted beauty
your love is something
my room can thank.









