You say it best when you're sleeping-
your fingers gently grazing
down my thigh to find a hand
that’s not your own-
I wish that it were so,
so easy to abide-
by the precautionary smirks
of simple lies.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC
You say it best when you're sleeping-
your fingers gently grazing
down my thigh to find a hand
that’s not your own-
I wish that it were so,
so easy to abide-
by the precautionary smirks
of simple lies.
