Darling sweetheart
I can only say I love you
in a French letter.
The ginger cat will purr
on a cold winters night, alone I
walk home in the snow.
Darling Sweetheart
I feel lost in your refrain.
My language is in a welter
as I arise from my slumber.
What words can I conjour?
Your freckled like thighs,
with long shoulders back,
spoke a term apart
to sink as low to say.
Bon Soir.
Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 5:32 AM UTC
Darling sweetheart
I can only say I love you
in a French letter.
The ginger cat will purr
on a cold winters night, alone I
walk home in the snow.
Darling Sweetheart
I feel lost in your refrain.
My language is in a welter
as I arise from my slumber.
What words can I conjour?
Your freckled like thighs,
with long shoulders back,
spoke a term apart
to sink as low to say.
Bon Soir.
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