sacredpleasure: Over your breasts of motionless current,over your legs of firmness and water,over the permanence and the prideof your naked hairI want to be, my love, now that the tears are throwninto the raucous baskets where they accumulate,I want
sacredpleasure: Over your breasts of motionless current,over your legs of firmness and water,over the permanence and the prideof your naked hairI want to be, my love, now that the tears are throwninto the raucous baskets where they accumulate,I want
