The simmering starts The simmering starts when I leave her, in between, and let her wait, for more the passion on her face and the silent approval, makes me go back, one little touch and she gets w...
how can we say we are alive? where is the proof? except deep down in our dreams of forests and mountains and ruins death lasts longer than life it has no time, no end there is no sorrow, no remorse...
The simmering starts The simmering starts when I leave her, in between, and let her wait, for more the passion on her face and the silent approval, makes me go back, one little touch and she gets w...