My lover is soft. My lover is gentle.
My babe, she holds me like a dying child, and when I ask her,
“Am I taking this from you?”,
she tells me,
“No. I am giving it to you.”
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
My lover is soft. My lover is gentle.
My babe, she holds me like a dying child, and when I ask her,
“Am I taking this from you?”,
she tells me,
“No. I am giving it to you.”
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