(bez virsraksta)
Nov. 3., 2012 | 04:31 pm
No:: jackalope
We used to go
To the slow
Moonlit river
I'd slip my hand
Into your pants
And make you quiver
And when we'd tasted each other
We'd lie and rest
Half undressed
To the sound of water moving
To the slow
Moonlit river
I'd slip my hand
Into your pants
And make you quiver
And when we'd tasted each other
We'd lie and rest
Half undressed
To the sound of water moving