Aug 2018
Sweet lips and kind eyes
I'd sing you all the praises a man can
My Overworked Angel
touch soft and gentle
you radiant being
a feather against my body
warm and gracious is she
perfumed voice
enough to make me bloom
I'd sing you all the praises a man can
My Overworked Angel
touch soft and gentle
you radiant being
a feather against my body
warm and gracious is she
perfumed voice
enough to make me bloom
Written because of Cait-Cait's poem, "I wasn't made for love".
I'm really gay and had to make an unofficial companion piece that doesn't fit it as well as I would've liked, okay bye.
I'm really gay and had to make an unofficial companion piece that doesn't fit it as well as I would've liked, okay bye.
