Reminiscent nights / indecent fights

To scramble your hair messy, Whispering you the things I fear, Brush my fingers across your face, Take my tongue and lick your ear, Pull your nose and bite your cheeks, Kiss your head and feel your palms, Tickle your toes along the steaks, To lay by your side  and push you away, Then pullContinue reading “Reminiscent nights / indecent fights”

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