Deep night with a douchebag

Southeast Asian beaches remind me of him. I was young, the night was wild, the winds were gently blowing over my face, and there was mystery light blinking from a ship afar. The stars were crystal clear and bright, the breeze was warm. My skin was radiating even in the dark. So warm it all

This is the music that’s playing

I don’t know why, I just like you. Sitting on top, straddling you on the chair, sharing grapes. Caressing oil over your face. I can slowly get drunk off your warm, startling eyes there’s rush in your veins as I turn into a fragrant flower. This is music, we are so in tune with each