He is holding his hands,
Kissing his neck,
trying to reach his perfumed hair
Touch is urge, gaze is need, don't say a thing while we are looking for wonder
Eyes greener than grass,
Lips softer than feather,
It seems like everything matter under his thin jacket of leather
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
He is holding his hands,
Kissing his neck,
trying to reach his perfumed hair
Touch is urge, gaze is need, don't say a thing while we are looking for wonder
Eyes greener than grass,
Lips softer than feather,
It seems like everything matter under his thin jacket of leather
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