Sometimes, the sweetest music you will ever hear, is the kind you can not create, but only imagine.
He said we could make beautiful music together, what he really meant, was he wanted to run his fingers along my spine and play me like one.
I wasn't complaining.
He said we could make beautiful music together, what he really meant, was he wanted to run his fingers along my spine and play me like one.
I wasn't complaining.
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