Sunday, March 24, 2019

Pork Soda


5000 footsteps in your wet dress

Back to the house with your arms around my neck
We drank pork soda with tangled legs
I won’t forget how you looked at me then
I know I'm no sweet prince of love

Those times that we got drunk
Maybe Jamaica rum
Maybe some Johnny Dub
Maybe you still think of us
Phone buzz, and still I jump
Why don't I say it then?
I want you all the time
Why can’t we laugh now like we did then?

How come I see you and ache instead?
How come you only look pleased in bed?
Let's climb the cliff edge and jump again



★☆☾Face★☆☾

★☆☾Body★☆☾

★☆☾Decor★☆☾

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