Weak gut talks

Let me bein this solemn dreamwhere my hair spins free like the summer sunlightlet me danceundercovervoice belowdown underfight me hardspin me aroundturn me downloving loudhide me loverbreak the chainfight like me suckerheal the paintell it like soblabber it wholetake it in deepand rest is a gohide like me loverfeel the painhanging down riverwhere there’s no

Sweet sweet touch

Listen sweet thing; I’m not very political Or anything And it seems like you’re pretty basic And simply enjoy the sun, too And strawberries, ripe fruits, Chocolate cake, smiling Hugging and caressing Being close Laying on the beach, bare Making love and enjoying life. What else is life but a tasty quench from succulent fruits?