Hot Apple Spice
I'm thinking thoughts of you right now
Of what, I'll say if you'll allow
They're not the kind that I can write
But what they are I'll tell some night
Or maybe not, and that's okay
I'll save them for another day
I won't forget, I'll tell you then
All you have to say is when
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2024
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