So far we have traveled, well missed is your touch, on my flesh. The warmth of your fingertips, lite in touch, brings warmth and such. Igniting my core as the flames roar, my hungry, lust for more.
So far we have traveled, well missed is your touch, on my flesh. The warmth of your fingertips, lite in touch, brings warmth and such. Igniting my core as the flames roar, my hungry, lust for more.
