Panic traces the shell of my ear, whispers with its fingertips. It promises. Compulsion holds, caresses with the hands of a shallow lover. I still between.
Panic traces the shell of my ear, whispers with its fingertips. It promises. Compulsion holds, caresses with the hands of a shallow lover. I still between.
Shoujo Thoughts: ☆ ～('▽^人) Otaku Ramblings 