coldness1 Tender Me. Not. Tender Me. Not. As my lips are tendered by the lavish service of yours, I think back on the night we first met. A party, the first of many we would go to. While everyone is dressed in skin-tight dresses, accentuating every line of their body, there you are. Standing in baggy camo pants and a Guns N’ Roses hoodie too large for your petite figure. Badass. We meet eyes and look away. I move towards.. 2019. 3. 8. 이전 1 다음
