Pump number seven unexpectedly detonates a wave of orgasms that rip through me, flattening my efforts to understand anything at all. Both full and empty, I am set free to fly.
How far you’d go for Me was never in question, you’d sell your soul to prove your obsession. But how could you sell what isn’t yours? That wallet and soul was never your possession. Holding onto things.. only for My collection. Approach for drains