

Slow SongShy touch from a harsh aggressorSlow Song
As I take a sip of my memory oppressor Sweet kisses soon turn to bites and nips Harsher are the caresses from your finger tips
As I slip into my alcohol induced daze And lose myself in your lust induced haze There’s no guilt here, No, no guilt here,
Pinned to the stairs again mild protest Bodies sliding against each other a test You want to see how far you can push me And I want to see if you’ll stop gently
As I slip into my lust induced daze And lose myself in your alcohol induced haze There’s no love here, No
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Great men are like eagles, and build their nest on some lofty solitude.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
great gallery
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Dean:How many tuesdays have you had?
Sam:Too many....
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<.< I swear someone is following me >.>
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- tumblr
- facebook
PS: You need a cellphone, I wanted to talk to you all last night but I was afraid to call since it was already 2 am and you have caller ID T.T
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A Picture is like the memory was then, once its crumpled up,it cat be perfect again
very nicely done
your a great model
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View my gallery please
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