he whispered secrets in my ear
as i'd weave tall tales in his chin hair
and still to this day
we each swear
there was nothing there
other than the static charge in the sexed up air
and the moon beams
tangled in our thunderstorm breathing
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
he whispered secrets in my ear
as i'd weave tall tales in his chin hair
and still to this day
we each swear
there was nothing there
other than the static charge in the sexed up air
and the moon beams
tangled in our thunderstorm breathing
