“It’s eyes open during sex in front of the fireplace raging & pulsing…”
It’s eyes open during sex in front of the fireplace raging & pulsing Then Sunday mornings just laying in bed watching you sleep Hair criss-cross over your shoulders & sockets hiding Those beautiful blue ice eyes penetrating It’s back & forth, seesaw red wine spilling into 1970’s bell glasses From a bottle that bears the [...]
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