Desire
My heart is in FIRE
Your lips are the door to a TREAT
Please come to me baby
My home isn't abbey
I'm waiting not far from your feets
I promise be gentle
I am not a rentor -
You'll always be prance and be free
But really my sunny
You'll always in panic ?!
I'm only a man - not a tree .
11.09.2008 y.
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