Do you feel her lock trying to open it with your lip key sherlocked in his web a private eye for the perfect diamond. Or do we exchange ourselves for a thrust of desires. Thing darker your coffee you never know when love can change your lips became a weapon one chosen day deepening his kiss she burned his insides living with a cinnamon girl to take more cautious sips how will it taste tomorrow. Let’s live or die free will her designer lips come through tomorrow.But things get to his sweaty pants. These lip exercises work you need to learn them.Its time for coffee. Well crazy Shit happens A mouth how he picks them in a hell dark world.We have no clue they all are superior over each other next killer how she merged her way to deal with these blood suckers how the blood sugar drops.Everyone felt chapped they needed a new sugar raw stick.What ingredient came into the sick feeling his moistrurzer it was the best sunrise every morning she puts on her chap stick called sugar raw.Telling us to mind our business sugar-coated lips to shut up. He held this life in the lips of his hand how they live inside us. We all have mouths to feed please god show me some mercy with some of them it was a macho image moral rich one.