Remembering
Times, past remembered
with a wish upon my lips
and to feel your smooth
caressess, and your hand
upon my hips.
with a wish upon my lips
and to feel your smooth
caressess, and your hand
upon my hips.
posted by temppixie at 10:03 AM
4 Comments:
ohhh yeahhhhhh! :) well put!
get out of here!!
if i put my hand on your hip you would slap my face, my wife would divorce me and ny son would get out the garden shears!!
sounds good to me :)
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