Shape Of You
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Last published Sun, Feb 26, 2017
Não sei dois terços da história que ela gosta, só me lembro de um beijo ou dois, talvez, sei que o corpo arrepia quando minhas mãos sobem devagar, e ela adora como a minha boca à conduz. É engraçado como eu começo e ela não consegue parar, isso cabe em qualquer coisa, desde a risada longa até o beijo que eu não lembro. A culpa é sua por ter esse sorriso, ou a culpa é minha por me apaixonar por ele?
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