the darkest nights blame the sun kissed moon,
and we're paralyzed by the weather.
above stormy skies we lie fragile and wait,
as the time flies by like our pleasure.
blankets of bourbon, wine & cheese plates,
shooting stars wish us to forget them.
my thigh rubs gently along your soft suede,
answers beg question's forgiveness.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
the darkest nights blame the sun kissed moon,
and we're paralyzed by the weather.
above stormy skies we lie fragile and wait,
as the time flies by like our pleasure.
blankets of bourbon, wine & cheese plates,
shooting stars wish us to forget them.
my thigh rubs gently along your soft suede,
answers beg question's forgiveness.
