life imitates [digital] art
6.9.10
*her kisses left something to be desired... the rest of her*
can you feel it in my kiss, in my touch baby?
you're the only one I need.. you make me fly
can you see the way you hold me like this.. baby you make me
high,
high,
high
boy, i never say goodbye
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