I can feel your cool breath on the back of my neck
It's damp and smells like the earth
I hear you whisper to me
Don’t be afraid
They’re going to be okay
Everything is going to be okay
You place your strong hand in mine
The other, I can feel sliding around my waste
If we’re going to dance, I say, I usually lead
Not this time, my love
This time you follow.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
I can feel your cool breath on the back of my neck
It's damp and smells like the earth
I hear you whisper to me
Don’t be afraid
They’re going to be okay
Everything is going to be okay
You place your strong hand in mine
The other, I can feel sliding around my waste
If we’re going to dance, I say, I usually lead
Not this time, my love
This time you follow.
