bubby
Your pale neck stretching against
The gentle, furtive touch of Love’s blossoming fingers.
Our young hearts melting at last
Like the finest candies whose taste dissolves and lingers
Like love left on tongues unspeaking.
The gentle, furtive touch of Love’s blossoming fingers.
Our young hearts melting at last
Like the finest candies whose taste dissolves and lingers
Like love left on tongues unspeaking.