If nights are spent watching the sun rise, the same ones are gonna consist of my tongue dancin' around smoothly, before bein' buried deep between your thighs...we'll go so long and hard, the neighbors above us are gonna hear your cries...and by the time my manhood reaches your womanhood, we'll both experience the power and sheer beauty of insomnia's kryptonite.
Times before were merely a tune-up for something we both already know. There's no need for you to worry or, bring anything extra; all you gotta do...
7/16/09 @ 12:07 A.M.
Photo by Thomas Hopson