Your hands are fire,
sunstars singeing my skin with their touch,
you ignite me.
And sparks fly from our crossed screams.
Our *** is electric –
and I’m just praying the power doesn’t go out.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
Your hands are fire,
sunstars singeing my skin with their touch,
you ignite me.
And sparks fly from our crossed screams.
Our *** is electric –
and I’m just praying the power doesn’t go out.
8.9.15
