Dec 2014
warm blonde hair brushed my cheek as I stroked your arched back,
silken skin like porcelain and cream,
I inhaled your perfume down to my toes,
before realizing it was all a dream
silken skin like porcelain and cream,
I inhaled your perfume down to my toes,
before realizing it was all a dream
Written by
Michael Humbert
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