Mar 7
it's come
& never
left,
always right
beneath the
rough touch;
handfuls
of your
hipsful
& waistful
i hold you
& feel you
and you
feel me like
cigarette
burns.
& never
left,
always right
beneath the
rough touch;
handfuls
of your
hipsful
& waistful
i hold you
& feel you
and you
feel me like
cigarette
burns.
i like my body when it is with your
