These are the times when I want to be ridden like waves of nostalgia, your breath sweeping across my body. But then you chose to turn away, and I turn to other gazes.
These are the times when I want to be ridden like waves of nostalgia, your breath sweeping across my body. But then you chose to turn away, and I turn to other gazes.
i’ve missed you my darling, the way you smiled in the soft glow between the sheets.