etoile
By brianne20
etoile your lips burnt black with heat make darkness glow like fireflies and leave tiny sparks burning on my face your kisses are the little stars at night that turn me inside out1998, Written November 24th, 2001 © on Nov 24 2001 02:45 PM PST 10 • 0
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