Jun 2015
Making love to you was never about us lying naked in bed.
Making love to you was whenever our foreheads rested on each other
And our heads were gently tucked carefully on our necks.
Making love to you was whenever our foreheads rested on each other
And our heads were gently tucked carefully on our necks.
(Honolulu, HI)
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