i have learned that the diaphanous natureof your fickle affectionsare like love’s foolish maskcausing the nectar of my bodyonce so…
standing in the scrub of the winter gardeni remember youi remember usi remember lusti hear the call of the mistluring me ever…
What is it about a kissdelivered that certain waysoft lipssweet tastetender tongue
Blue kisseson the windtimes I think aboutthe could’ve been’s