May 2020
I may beg
To cradle your tender *******,
But if your heart is withdrawn
And your hand is not mine,
Then this is naught
But lust
And such desire is strong
But lastly tastes of dust.
To cradle your tender *******,
But if your heart is withdrawn
And your hand is not mine,
Then this is naught
But lust
And such desire is strong
But lastly tastes of dust.
