Dal segno upon my lips I am breathing what you bare this psalmody of touch. There is felicity to a love act, the fleeting brush of passion, the afterglow a rich rare peace. The word tender upon my lips I kiss you, Love.
Poetry, Words, and Ruminations
Dal segno upon my lips I am breathing what you bare this psalmody of touch. There is felicity to a love act, the fleeting brush of passion, the afterglow a rich rare peace. The word tender upon my lips I kiss you, Love.