Apr 2019
I bare my soul in your embrace.
Each velvet kiss or fingertip,
That brush against my porcelain self;
Cause colour and light to ignite my veins and flowers to grow under my skin.
Each velvet kiss or fingertip,
That brush against my porcelain self;
Cause colour and light to ignite my veins and flowers to grow under my skin.
(19/F/Ireland)
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