Snap me: eemlua

leave marks, not questions… i want bruises that feel like love

read me like a poem, touch me like a sin, ruin me like a favorite song

harder… deeper… like that

i’m soft, until u tell me not to be… then i’ll show u how deep it goes

leave marks, not questions… i want bruises that feel like love

the way u talk got me wet before u even touched me

let’s not play games unless they end with me on my knees

i like eye contact while u say things that’d make others blush

i don’t need flowers, i need bruises in the shape of ur fingers

don’t tease me unless u plan to keep going til i’m breathless

take ur time ruinin me—i wanna feel every second

i don’t need flowers—just fingers around my throat

make me blush with words u’d never say in public

keep ur voice low—my knees r already weak

it’s not teasing if u don’t plan to finish

i arch better when u growl

i’m good at bad decisions

make me blush with words u’d never say in public

say please while u beg me to misbehave

lips r made for more than talkin