Apr 2018
And she was like
A saccharine tea
honey suckle sweet
Her lips like
minty leaves
Grazing knuckles
under the milky
sun
Her melodious voice
a symphony
to my quaking
bones
To be in love again
A saccharine tea
honey suckle sweet
Her lips like
minty leaves
Grazing knuckles
under the milky
sun
Her melodious voice
a symphony
to my quaking
bones
To be in love again
