Shake loose those eyes of sleep,
Bright eyed souls of clear water,
Springs laughter in a forest deep.
The sun climbs high,
promising light for your crystal hair.
My tender hands cup your *******
Apples of my desire,
Their smoothness slakes my thirst,
Their softness sweet like honey,
Wake up my love!
Joy is in my heart,
It flutters softly throughout my soul,
Softly.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 12:36 AM UTC
Shake loose those eyes of sleep,
Bright eyed souls of clear water,
Springs laughter in a forest deep.
The sun climbs high,
promising light for your crystal hair.
My tender hands cup your *******
Apples of my desire,
Their smoothness slakes my thirst,
Their softness sweet like honey,
Wake up my love!
Joy is in my heart,
It flutters softly throughout my soul,
Softly.