Sheets trap our heat
with nowhere to go,
and I secretly pray
that you don’t go slow.
Please tangle your fingers
in my hair my dear,
and I’ll say everything
that you’re dying to hear.
Sheets trap our heat
with nowhere to go,
and I secretly pray
that you don’t go slow.
Please tangle your fingers
in my hair my dear,
and I’ll say everything
that you’re dying to hear.
Bootiful!!!π
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Oh my….
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I loved it π
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Thank you ππ
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