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Hell in Heels
Found her dancing on tables
Legs stretched out to the moon
tasting her fables on the rim of glass
palm to her ass
lost in the smell of her perfume
Sage should have been around the corner to cast out her evils
but she's lit on someones lap
Stage name Sin
Legs stretched out to the moon
tasting her fables on the rim of glass
palm to her ass
lost in the smell of her perfume
Sage should have been around the corner to cast out her evils
but she's lit on someones lap
Stage name Sin
Published 22nd Jun 2013
| Edited 11th Dec 2018
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13th Sep 2013 3:24pm
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10th Mar 2018 5:41pm
'From this low We all get a lil higher'
aint that the truth...our eyes seek what we want but cannot have.
if eroticism is sage's nemesis trying to escape the container of ourselves...i for one am toxic!
nice job.
aint that the truth...our eyes seek what we want but cannot have.
if eroticism is sage's nemesis trying to escape the container of ourselves...i for one am toxic!
nice job.
10th Mar 2018 7:03pm
