Aug 2015
Darling,
plait my hair with the silk of your fingers, weave
my locks to a mellifluous status.
Darling,*
caress my face as though it is
worthy of your notice, touch me like no
one else can.
plait my hair with the silk of your fingers, weave
my locks to a mellifluous status.
Darling,*
caress my face as though it is
worthy of your notice, touch me like no
one else can.
