Pallored face and well-worn fingersTrace a brand new body quiversUnderneath bedroom sheetsIn my solitary room retreatI cast my hand between my thighsBite my lip with wishful eyesOrange dreams and velveteenTo pluck the first flowers of Spring
Pallored face and well-worn fingersTrace a brand new body quiversUnderneath bedroom sheetsIn my solitary room retreatI cast my hand between my thighsBite my lip with wishful eyesOrange dreams and velveteenTo pluck the first flowers of Spring