I wish I had waited for a better man to touch my tender flesh
Who would lie with me not once but for years
With a ring on each of our left hands
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Contemplation
ПоезіяPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
Wished
I wish I had waited for a better man to touch my tender flesh
Who would lie with me not once but for years
With a ring on each of our left hands
