Poisson Rouge
It's been a week
And your smile is still playing back in my brain.
I'm still thinking what it would be like
And your smile is still playing back in my brain.
I'm still thinking what it would be like
To run my fingers through your hair
As yours run down my spine.
With your tattoos pressing up against my own
As we both give in to this thing
That neither of us ever expected to find here.
As yours run down my spine.
With your tattoos pressing up against my own
As we both give in to this thing
That neither of us ever expected to find here.
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