A Scorpio Man Likes Me

I think I come

To correct your name
Your mild, cruel jungle
Wells, olive delighted. Black eyes

That seems to refer traded. Entanglement
my hands wet, electric. We cried as convoluted


Without
understand little or much I come to fix your name
As if he could explain it closes your eyelids

Because I want to kiss

Peekskill, 19.02.2011