First Love
My first love appears when I'm dreaming
when he makes my cheeks blush with heat
and his gentle touch burns me like fire.
On full moon nights, when stars are gleaming
my lips tingle for that passion and desire.
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2022
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