you can grit and lie through your teeth as much as you want, but that doesn't mean i'll accept you when they're on my bottom lip with one of us pressed against the matress. how could you do this? morals gone missing. instigators go insane.
propped up against a pillow, you've never made control look so pleasurable. you've got control down, it's just the self control you need to fix. can you do it? for me? for just one night where the sounds you hear is just your breathing and my steady heartbeat that stops only for you. instead, nights are filled with uneasy breathing, speeding hearts, whispers of desire and the moans of pleasure. give it a break. the mattress can only hold so many stories and so many secrets.
haveigotasecrettotellyou.
with your mind you're painting the future, save the paint and white out youre lies. whiteoutme.
on second thought, take a glance in my direction,
i'm just your mix of colors, your painted imperfection.
Question of the day Got a dirty little secret?
