As the new year hovers, your heart darkens and your mind retreats into a place called the past
Skin precedes to sin, and all I see and foresee is an action that's akin to sweet, sweet sin.
Her body, her skin is just right, tight.
Let's just go up a tree... chill and maybe just hang.
We all saw it, the large chunk of soil, as it came to hush us, to call us back to the earth from whence we came.
One moment we could be under a romantic candle light next we might explode like dynamite
I guess this is what happens when a village dwarf meets a socialite