Faded Print
How about the faded tattoo on my back?
The manuscript was old that exposed a fictional
life in a true reality of freedom from ages ago.
The camouflage helmet wrote by candlestick a love
letter once again to his flame back home.
Her navy nails touched her breasts grabbing them, playing
printed notes of fine music on her collarbone too.
The manuscript was old that exposed a fictional
life in a true reality of freedom from ages ago.
The camouflage helmet wrote by candlestick a love
letter once again to his flame back home.
Her navy nails touched her breasts grabbing them, playing
printed notes of fine music on her collarbone too.