the cold wind is
softly caressing your cheeks,
that hold crimson red color,
and i can melt just by looking
at their redness.
**and i would do anything
to touch and kiss those
flushed cheeks**.
the cold wind is
softly caressing your cheeks,
that hold crimson red color,
and i can melt just by looking
at their redness.
**and i would do anything
to touch and kiss those
flushed cheeks**.
