You n me enter in a temple,
barefoot we go inside with folded hands,
chanting a hymn in chorus.
You open your hands to clear
something sticking in my face
and there I adjust your freshly bathed and dripping flick.
There I just wondered why were we looking at each other on this GOOD MORNING.
barefoot we go inside with folded hands,
chanting a hymn in chorus.
You open your hands to clear
something sticking in my face
and there I adjust your freshly bathed and dripping flick.
There I just wondered why were we looking at each other on this GOOD MORNING.
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