My love
by If my love would be a rose
it would be wild and growing free
on a steep hill, off the beaten path
Surrounded by lots of thorns, in it’s untamed beauty
The color would be white,
the symbol of pure love, and its lasting tranquility…
Tag: licking
In the desert
Out in the desert by moonlight
The sky is black mysterious
just like my soul it is mischievous
The wind is cool and breezy
caressing our bodies ever so gently
Your movements…