littlebusty: When you wake up in the middle of a park after a night at the club, you sit and smile as you think about how many hands were all over your body the night before.

littlebusty: When you wake up in the middle of a park after a night at the club, you sit and smile as you think about how many hands were all over your body the night before.

tags: Un poeta sin musa,

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