work of art

to empty out my day-long tension,
furtively, one of your piano fingers,
gives care to my moans' physique,
crayoning a work of art on my lips

carnal, your tune unveils my body,
laid to be explored, to be updated,
in your cookies, with your crushes,
[is in the mood for player's sound]

un p'tit je ne sais quoi 🕮🎕 bohème 🕮🎕

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bad episode

was it not

the one who loves you the most

i'll come running

how how

if you'd gonna disappear

do not disturb

back to you

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big love