All these words I crave to utter to you,
Sit still behind my teeth.
My lips quiver with the urge to utter your name, and the confessions of my love for your perfect being.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
All these words I crave to utter to you,
Sit still behind my teeth.
My lips quiver with the urge to utter your name, and the confessions of my love for your perfect being.
