I crave your lips' taste
every morning when the
sun hits the horizon
&
I crave your warm fingers'
delicate touch every night
as the moon meets the stars.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
I crave your lips' taste
every morning when the
sun hits the horizon
&
I crave your warm fingers'
delicate touch every night
as the moon meets the stars.
