Dweller of our heart

Juan Paco Pedro De La Mar why were you mean to me i was so ing hot i lost my sexual power to your perfect ginger dick i am not going to be what you want me to be i am not the lost tortured small woman who gives you power the scent of my flower self has been washed out but something new is coming made of waterfalls, campfires, king size beds i can feel it on the horizon of my soul a fresh brightness of joy and rain a paloma sweetened with honey syrup you surprise me with a message after all this time i really appreciate you letting me know you still love me go ahead and think about me i want to cry to taylor swifts shake it off it feels good *******