Mornings are for usas I feel your handreach across to caress my hipYour breath warm on my neckurging me to slide closeras my skin meets your lipsIn my half-awake stateI comply and nestle intoyour form we become spoonsThis time of...
Mornings are for usas I feel your handreach across to caress my hipYour breath warm on my neckurging me to slide closeras my skin meets your lipsIn my half-awake stateI comply and nestle intoyour form we become spoonsThis time of...