Her heart's a captive Iole,
my hands pressed softly to her back.
Lips a place where I will stay,
to keep our love intact.
And at her lips I shall stay,
to keep our love intact.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Her heart's a captive Iole,
my hands pressed softly to her back.
Lips a place where I will stay,
to keep our love intact.
And at her lips I shall stay,
to keep our love intact.
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