1. TWIN-C VaNilla SpiLLA offical Lyrics to new hit song
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2. TWIN-C VaNilla SpiLLA
"Home ALone... Filling The Void w/ memeories of U! Official Lyrics
Bespell my dome, takes me where I least expect.
Smells of you home to relinquish the best scents of you to take it all in and kiss your face and neck
Breaking truths, so even when I'm taking you
We keep each other in check
Entangled in every angle in which I'd invest.
So I thought I could only grow brambles.
Or put the slamhold on halfman- chodes
Who'd gamble with my respect.
Too many stands for rep,
Made it hard to sit circumspect circumvent the stressors of you not being here with me
Without fitting in a list to check.
But you see through my mind.
Truly one of my kind
So when it's me and you spending alone time together ,
You overstand my mangled brine.
Not blinded by my shine,
But raise the rays I keep hidden from the shade,
Animate my form, escalate like private home porn, every grain in your velvet hands...
Crushed to sand like maize-corn
You run my maze in A-form
And motivate me to raise the sharpened blade
The Way for which I was born!
Every stand re-handled, my lands retilled
Your hands and a refill,
What explodes reaches nodes of everywhere explored
Blaring back is my every facet aware of that
Bearing tracks, forget the bare hide memories of your back's flesh smooth skin upon me is what's buried in the back of my head ... it is the flesh of your bare back laying with yoru head upon my lap...home is not home with you not in it...memories of you in my sack next to me ... as time heals all wounds i shoon to spoon for theres no room for memories to clutter my cranium ... each fluttering incandesent memory is like a plucked geraium petal that flutters in the wind with the eventual decadance of the flower to petalless or my heart to be forever broken in pieces scattering is the pattering of my chattering of my sad soul for the might of my tears dropping heavy omly to be stopped by piill popping colonopin to condure feelings of anxst to be frank i cannot drank another day in solitutde torment in a so called home a home is not home with you not in it.. for so i look upon the stars of the milky way and with my sight blurring due to moisten drops of pain i see your image for a second i renounce in the efforts of self to forgoe the days of old for the days of new include me all allone with not you just me and just me in my home... but for one night i wish upon the stars so bright to beseech the impossible
Your scent, your touch, your kiss
Sends up sediments in the mix
Rippling eddies in my streams
Slipping me into a heady waking dream
Past it all, but I'm unafraid to fall
So vast and so small like Ant-man walking a triple beam!
Our synergy is infinitely adaptive
And while I never believed in magic beans
I can reach where nothing is as it seems.
My feet have crushed leaves where none have been
We see and touch what's devout within
And express it reflexively
Like interconnectivity to the outer rim!
Still within reach of us.
And while never obsequious?
I'll speak for taste and trace nearly every place of your tush.
Passion grows so much.
Happiness endures, actions stir, gasp at a touch
When rapture lasts capturing our omniglobe
Every map ambling slow
Nothing left to hide, hurdles divide, only souls get fertilized.
And from my brambles grows a rose.
Oh the swells as she holds back a yell to top the world but the smell of copper rush makes me never want to stop the push. It’s a bolder play when that energy displayed is turned back to stay the track under her shoulder blades. “Mistress twist with me this way. A kiss to each of your ribs, to bless and invite a bite following what lips bid. Oh, the running wisp your tongue’s tip did!”
This scat is true so I tattooed the heat tracks to follow through and quake the forgotten spots to awaken what was popping off in the pulse points behind each of her joints. Cloistered close to express and moisture from every breath brings poise to isolate body parts others forget. Your mother would never expect every inch of flesh to be individually found by the end of that round… yet such is what unwound by following the wet lines of every drop of sweat as we climbed back up for a second time. Entailing a missive to set sail a wish-list, nails and kisses left a picture on the Mistress.
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