Why arent we together, maiden slayer? Are you off on your own quest, a meddle for your belt, am i not your prize for you to treasure yet? Id be in your arms, head on your chest
We’re perfect together, can’t take our eyes off each other, i can’t imaging sitting next to you for long before diving in from 20 metres head first, thats how ill dive into your mouth and your vagina
If we started to talk
In public, we’ll get ourselves arrested, unable to control ourselves, to speak we’d be on, we’d turn to biting each others necks and lips, in disapproval of the public
But what is it stops us doing what’s next? All i think is you tell me you love me, too? Tell me youre obsessed, G, tell me you agree with me, carpa diem
Ad lib, once all’s said
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