My favorite time to love is at night.
When I turn my head to see my
lover's face illuminated by the moonlight coming through our
window.
My eyes soften and my heart melts, much like his tired
mind leaking out his dreams all over his pillow.
I caress his soft lips
and run his baby smooth Black hair through my finger tips, as I hope
this moment I'm having never slips away …..
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
My favorite time to love is at night.
When I turn my head to see my
lover's face illuminated by the moonlight coming through our
window.
My eyes soften and my heart melts, much like his tired
mind leaking out his dreams all over his pillow.
I caress his soft lips
and run his baby smooth Black hair through my finger tips, as I hope
this moment I'm having never slips away …..
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