Lips
He bite blossom pink lips and scratched the nape of neck,
It's indeed nervousness.
Why a frown at face and assulting those lips with thumb and index,
It's indeed restlessness.
Dare not to touch your lips with those tongue of yours while sticking and don't kill me with those pouts,
It's indeed childness....
It's indeed nervousness.
Why a frown at face and assulting those lips with thumb and index,
It's indeed restlessness.
Dare not to touch your lips with those tongue of yours while sticking and don't kill me with those pouts,
It's indeed childness....