you can't ever get enough
of my hands running over your skin and
my kisses on your forehead and thighs
now can you?
YOU ARE READING
Poppyseed
Poetry"Do you know how actually you are a flower? In the middle of its blooming?"
addiction
you can't ever get enough
of my hands running over your skin and
my kisses on your forehead and thighs
now can you?
