Coming by surprise, through intricate disguise, like the sweet creamy taste of Estonian liqueur you can’t get off your lips and before you know it you can’t stop that huge stupid fucking grin on your face and your wandering thoughts and oh your blurry sights and trembling legs and oh intoxication had never felt this good before.

Blinded every time but never this much.

Didn’t you say you hate losing control?
(Yes, I still do)


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