Your breath blows across my neck
Like the wind before the storm.
Your hands search me
Looking for treasure.
You find it.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
Your breath blows across my neck
Like the wind before the storm.
Your hands search me
Looking for treasure.
You find it.
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
Oooh. That’s nice. 🙂
Thanks!