Everytime you Call I Decorate my Bed with Flowers and my Heart with Gold But Everytime I Call you Decorate your Body with Scent and your Heart with Glitter
It's so old seems like it didn't happen when I was performing at a personal theater, and his muscular hand touched my fair and facile one, thunder ran in my blood. I never knew my body can betray me in explicit ways. His horsey but smoothing voice, and his killer yet kindly looks were admirable that I forgot my mission to capture him and swap that of a dinner with him. He was right "No one can hold him" and then way he stole my mission and heat but made me His own King even for a Night
Baby we are lucky to live the last moment to fullest and not regretting it, while others need to rub their butt off not knowing, the next second Death is coming for them, and we will hug it, with our arms open, as it's equal if not better