CHEATER
I hate cheaters.
God, I hate them.
Why do they exist?
Why are they here?
I found one,
or should I say it found me,
It had beautiful eyes,
with lips that taste like wine,
A touch so soft,
so warm it...
God, I hate them.
Why do they exist?
Why are they here?
I found one,
or should I say it found me,
It had beautiful eyes,
with lips that taste like wine,
A touch so soft,
so warm it...