I long for the tender touch of your fingers against the flesh of mine
I ache to feel your warm embrace
I loathe the distance between us
Yet distance makes the heart grow fonder
Could I be fonder of you, my dear?
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 10:16 AM UTC
I long for the tender touch of your fingers against the flesh of mine
I ache to feel your warm embrace
I loathe the distance between us
Yet distance makes the heart grow fonder
Could I be fonder of you, my dear?
