Aries

The kisses of other women taste more like cheap champagne rather than the Conundrum that stains my throat from a tongue filled with love. The magnets connect chaotic baskets and correct the pulses with her built in scales. I am but the likable demon that sprouts the devil for fun wherever life lacks a little bit of entertainment.

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