The clamor
The desire etched on her face
Her throat yearning, all the way down
Her thirst is tangible,
Her nostrils flair betraying anticipation
Give it to me
Give it to me now
Please, give me a glass of water
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
The clamor
The desire etched on her face
Her throat yearning, all the way down
Her thirst is tangible,
Her nostrils flair betraying anticipation
Give it to me
Give it to me now
Please, give me a glass of water
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