“Nothing can compare to the feeling of your kiss, the friction of our lips slowly burning the red out of my blood, leaving me drunk on your love.”

I like shy, cherry boys, Who act sour, but really they’re sweet. They slowly creep around the corner And go speeding down the street   I like those shy, cherry guys Who’s faces all turn red The second that they see a naked lady And never try to rush them to bed   I’m a … Continue reading “Nothing can compare to the feeling of your kiss, the friction of our lips slowly burning the red out of my blood, leaving me drunk on your love.”