Her fingers danced
over my ribs
I glanced back
Into those lips
her eyes
Subtle but
Intense
“Call me for conversation, or whatever.”
Would she dance with me
beneath the moon?
Her fingers danced
over my ribs
I glanced back
Into those lips
her eyes
Subtle but
Intense
“Call me for conversation, or whatever.”
Would she dance with me
beneath the moon?