Jan 2020
The warmth of your skin,
Of your breath, of your lips
The curve of your shoulders
Your waist and your hips,
The memories we make,
All set in the stone
And now as I wake
I feel not alone
Of your breath, of your lips
The curve of your shoulders
Your waist and your hips,
The memories we make,
All set in the stone
And now as I wake
I feel not alone
