MineA Story by Sarah Ann Connor
I wana let go of this. Clearly cluttered stupid myth. Hard to forget how he kissed. When the devil lost his lips! I wana be the girl on top. I wana be the girl in charge! I wana cut your skin. I wana cut your lips!
Your mine your mine your mine your mine
I wana let go of this. Clearly cluttered stupid myth! Hard to forget how he kissed. When the devil lost his lips! I wana be the girl on top. I wana be the girl in charge! I wana cut your skin. I wana cut your lips!
Your mine!
Your mine. Mine. Mine. Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Your mine. Your mine your mine your mine.
Ill never be done with this. Clearly Cluttered stupid myth. I want you bathed in sin. I want you on my lips. Your Mine.
© 2014 Sarah Ann Connor |
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