apartment 301
I, in your wrestling t-shirt from high school
You, in just a pair of blue boxers
It's wrong and so right all at the same time
I, kissing your neck while
You, pull me closer and
It's passion, it's real, it's
like we never stopped loving each other after all
(r.l)
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