Holy fellatio! You are standing there licking him up with your eyes! Do you freaking hear the old seventies porn music playing in your head?
Christine ZolendzI didn't know I was lost
Until you found me
I never knew what love was
Until you touched my hand
I lost myself long ago
In between your lips
And now here you are
You steal my breath away
Until you I never really knew heaven
Cause until you it was only ever hell
I didn't know I was so far gone
Until you brought me home
I promise you, girl
I know you're shattered
I'll pick up your pieces
And make you whole again
Cause until you girl
I've been shattered too
Since my very first kiss
It's only been you
Mots clés song
He let his guitar swing behind him and cupped my face with his hand. "I love you, Grace Taylor." It barely came out above a whisper from his lips but it echoed throught the microphone. And then he kissed me. In front of everyone, he kissed me. A slow, deep kiss that sent heat from my lips to every other surface of my skin, and completely an utterly set me on fire.
Christine ZolendzYeah, listen you should really stop now, because I’m betting on the smartest thing that ever could come out of your mouth is a penis.
Christine ZolendzPlease, save your breath, because you might need it to blow up your date later.
Christine ZolendzShall we amaze them?” I said, looking out into the crowd.
Shane smiled down at me. “Grace, trust me, they were amazed just by you walking in.
Hey, you coming to the bar tonight?” he called out after me.
I stopped and turned around, “Maybe, I don’t know. I have to see how I feel after a shower.”
A smile burst onto his face, making him more stunning than it was humanly possible. “Do you need help with that? I’d like to see how you feel after a shower too…
I stand there
And no one knew me
I reach for her
She looks right through me
I can search this world over
She can’t see me
I drown in tears
They look right through me
I want you to tell me why you have a pair of broken angel wings on your shoulder. I want you to tell me why you cut your wrists and I want to know why and how you play and sing the way you do, but most of all I want you to tell me what I need to do to be a good enough man for you.
Christine ZolendzOh, and let’s not forget that there seems to be a gang of idiotic, fallen angels after me. Honestly, they could all kiss my ass.
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