lilimboo

Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound I know they're watching, they're watching all the commotion, the kiddie like play has people talking, you, your sex is on fire...

The dark of the alley, the breaking of day, the head while I'm driving, I'm driving soft lips are open, knuckles are pale feels like you're dying, you're dying

Consumed with what's to transpire

Hot as a fever, rattling bones I could just taste it, taste it, if it's just tonight, it's still the greatest