i speak 5 love languages where strangers kiss because she has amazing lips & he untangles wit, then mingles it they're dangerous... they're drugs where her apparent anger becomes memory lane from, her poetic pain, on the drums rain rain go away, is what she sang; what she sung 11:38, her phone rang; here he comes fighting for breath in my lungs wheezing, cause my breathing, needs you to feed me your tongue your kisses are so frickin' delicious; i'm fictitiously drunk mentally stripping for you enjoy it, while you enjoy you giving you glimpses, of how well i'm hung from my cerebellum, to my discretion, with indiscretions them young boys in your pictures, don't fit my description if you listen, i'm lifting, you in your see-thru night gown; right now sliding beneath you, to eat you like peaches ...bite down till your speech is impeded... like now
& you're appreciative of me giving you exactly, what you needed