Baby you're like art and I wannna wax poetic but I'm too drunk to write and to sober to try. But maybe in another life you could spread my thighs and I could familiarize the taste of your tongue...
AN: I sent this to someone on tumblr who asked for sexual anons.
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RandomA collection of poetry, short stories, drabbles and love letters. Pretty much an emotional outlet~ Enjoy
