The Rose Lady

Her name was unspoken; Her kiss, her embrace, her love, just to be near her was my token, When she isn’t kissing me, when she walking away I am choking In the blissful moonlight we tangle our bodies among the rose garden, the softness of her soft, the velvet touch of her lips to my […]

via The Rose Lady — isaacunleasehed

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