Woorden:
Stiletto Formal The This Is My Boomstick

darling, you have smeared my lipstick on your collar and this act tastes of your affection, and how intricately you devised this deceitful elegance to which is my

blood lingering on the hands of the crown. And this beautiful waltz is contortion. With your breath upon my neck, the contrails dissolve our correlated steps. Oh, my beautiful one, this