Her kiss left an aftertaste you can't shake off. Bitter poison that was sweet; poison that flirted with your tastebuds, causing you to have it all at once, igniting the erotic side that you've suppressed for too long now. It's put you on a high, lusting for more of that taste... Poison. You could blame her, or you could fault the poison. But it doesn't matter: since the two are one. COFFEE.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
so i fly..
detachments seem much easier now. hooked on by a single clip. easy eh? think it get's going when you know how to differentiate between friends and acquaintances. well, going places. :)
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