Remember the whispers under linen,
Hot breath on warm skin,
The flutter of that final touch.
You are impossible to forget,
I wish I could say the same.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
Remember the whispers under linen,
Hot breath on warm skin,
The flutter of that final touch.
You are impossible to forget,
I wish I could say the same.