Gedichten: You
Your eyes are like a river of fire
Surrounding, but not embracing me
Allthough that's my passioned desire
Maybe I'll never taste your soft lips
Or feel your wild hands on my breasts
But by your mind I'll always be inspired...
Surrounding, but not embracing me
Allthough that's my passioned desire
Maybe I'll never taste your soft lips
Or feel your wild hands on my breasts
But by your mind I'll always be inspired...