GraphiKings

Days like this are so quiet, I could hear the wind whispering words in my ears, mild words that reminds me of her. Words that cause the hairs on my skin to erect, releasing out sweat from my pores that reminds me of our last sexual inter course... 

GraphiKings

Days like this are so quiet, I could hear the wind whispering words in my ears, mild words that reminds me of her. Words that cause the hairs on my skin to erect, releasing out sweat from my pores that reminds me of our last sexual inter course...