Madonna

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I saw you at the Pixie girls a week ago, your curly hair all over the place and sweat lacing your face. A couple of guys loading some instruments into the white van, while you directed them.

The strength you held, the way your lips formed so fucking perfectly.

I would love to take you somewhere and just roll to see how things would go. Trust me baby, I could make you as big as Madonna

Enjoy