oh it's the touch
.
she keeps my
close
tight
unto hern little
lost
her's
deep
into mine
i
hern
from ourn digit's
lock
unto ourn
effectual think
she whispers
when she talks
so
we
touch
lips
much
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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