He forgets to love me as I am.
The liquid sliding silk of my body slips past his hands because he forgets its delicacy. He forgets to pause in it.
He comes to me like a man, always wanting to drink of …
He forgets to love me as I am.
The liquid sliding silk of my body slips past his hands because he forgets its delicacy. He forgets to pause in it.
He comes to me like a man, always wanting to drink of …