Toasted Jeans
There is no need for thermal underwear
Passion so hot keeps me warm in your arms
I feel like a rainbow with every touch
If it is love or lust matters not I must
Have my chocolate kiss and caramel spooning
Making me such a silly bird swooning
So deep in your space we are one
Running in place to meet the sun
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2021
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