Baby we're bad,
we're bad for each other. Had my head on straight, and you've got it spinning 'round, 'round, round. Take my hand, pull my hair, pull me down, down, down. Your face screams trouble and it's perfect, mix our madness in the sheets to forget. Awed by the alignment, taken by the timing, you're my religion, sweet with sin, on my knees and smiling. Baby we're bad, but so good for each other. Consume me with your mind, body, and soul. Kiss my lips and everywhere else, while we dance to that rock 'n' roll.
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Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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