Monday, September 7, 2026

Vlad



Eyes of beauty, like blue ice in the new moon light:

Lips that taste of rose water and tea.

You fine as hell, but you not for me.

Lie to me some more, you so pretty I'll just listen.

Sugar wins sweet, but you get an honorable mention.

The makings of a good fuck, but baby need love and attention.



 

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