Jun 2021
The dream
What couldn’t be foreseen
A touch of lips
The first kiss
The tiniest hint of gleam
A sparkle in the eye
When two worlds collide
Innocence
Eternal bliss
Head held high with pride
What couldn’t be foreseen
A touch of lips
The first kiss
The tiniest hint of gleam
A sparkle in the eye
When two worlds collide
Innocence
Eternal bliss
Head held high with pride
(49/M/Florida)
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