Why he don't hug me?
why he don't touch me?
why he don't kiss me?
why he just judge me?.
May be
'cause when he see me,
talk me or
just near me,
my heart acelerate,
my skin blushes
and my lips want him.
He is a vicius,
he is a drug,
he is my drug.
I want him.
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Autor:
Jhon Carlo (Seudónimo) (
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- Categoría: Amor
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