Tonight feels like your breath on my skin
How your lips would form a smirk when
My goosebumps presented themselves
Your fingertips tracing my spine
Making their way down to my thighs
My body was your instrument
And you mastered it
Oh so well
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 10:57 PM UTC
Tonight feels like your breath on my skin
How your lips would form a smirk when
My goosebumps presented themselves
Your fingertips tracing my spine
Making their way down to my thighs
My body was your instrument
And you mastered it
Oh so well
