Mar 2017
The air has no bite today,
It is little more than a sigh
'Gainst the skin of a lover's neck,
And her caresses' heat
Reaches below the surface,
To calm the stirring of the soul.
It is little more than a sigh
'Gainst the skin of a lover's neck,
And her caresses' heat
Reaches below the surface,
To calm the stirring of the soul.
