For Diane Time runs thru my fingers, laughter & feathers against her lips when I bend to kiss her She is my wonder, who sleeps & will not wake for me but with her tongue …
June 27, 2012
Posted June 26, 2012
For Diane Time runs thru my fingers, laughter & feathers against her lips when I bend to kiss her She is my wonder, who sleeps & will not wake for me but with her tongue …