poetry
my flooding
What loves awakened under your chest What words have lead you within my grasp What you, so tender, but strikes so fast Those words you tell me now flow steadfast...
my flooding
What loves awakened under your chest What words have lead you within my grasp What you, so tender, but strikes so fast Those words you tell me now flow steadfast...
rich pour
You’re rich when you pour High tea and decor Sweet subtle teas And silver galore There’s enough tea if you wanted more It doesn’t run out, what’ you running for...
rich pour
You’re rich when you pour High tea and decor Sweet subtle teas And silver galore There’s enough tea if you wanted more It doesn’t run out, what’ you running for...