He is no innocent, but neither am I.
His touch makes me shiver and all the right places quiver.
I admit, I’m guilty of wanting to drink in his sins like a belly of gin.
Leaving me drunk on his flesh and tranquil in our debauchery.
He is no innocent, but neither am I.
His touch makes me shiver and all the right places quiver.
I admit, I’m guilty of wanting to drink in his sins like a belly of gin.
Leaving me drunk on his flesh and tranquil in our debauchery.
