Apr 2014
I curled up under the Columbine sheets,
He planted kiss after kiss on my rosy cheeks.
His eyes told me words that could never be said,
And with that, he climbed into our lovely king bed.
He planted kiss after kiss on my rosy cheeks.
His eyes told me words that could never be said,
And with that, he climbed into our lovely king bed.
He told me that he liked this one so. Yeah.
