LadyEmily · bongacams

What do I taste like? Like cotton candy melting in your mouth, Like the ashes from the first smoked cigarette, Like tea with raspberries when you’re sick Like bitted lips from anxiety before an important meeting, Or the smell of someone’s hair and your favourite perfume, which you smell for a fraction of a second among the crowd Like what’s your favourite, they’ve been removed from sales a long time ago, Removed from the shelves, Banned in the country, and you still live and think Try again... at least once.