what kisses are made of







She got eyes that lead me on, and a body that could send me straight to hell. Her lips look like they were made for nothing but to suck my breath away. I want her pain to taste like I am ashamed and I want to know that you are not what kisses are and we are not what moments are made of. Because we build this tomb together and I don’t want to be the only one filling it up.
























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