The blend
Cool creamy white skin touches dark cocoa warmth
Pale emerald eyes recieve hot ebony glares
Light caresses feel rough groping
She wants to make love, he wants to get laid
She cries when she's sad - which makes him angry, so he hits something.
She is softness
He is muscle
Satin and cinder,
What a mixture they are,
What a beautiful song
What a lethal love this is...
Pale emerald eyes recieve hot ebony glares
Light caresses feel rough groping
She wants to make love, he wants to get laid
She cries when she's sad - which makes him angry, so he hits something.
She is softness
He is muscle
Satin and cinder,
What a mixture they are,
What a beautiful song
What a lethal love this is...
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