Vivaciousness without the final v
She tastes of milky ways
And lucky days
The pallor of her skin
The grace of the likeminded sin
Words with no connotations
Touch filled with vibrant sensations
Fingers lingering upon my jowl
Inhibiting that ardour howl
She tastes of milky ways
And lucky days
The pallor of her skin
The grace of the likeminded sin
Words with no connotations
Touch filled with vibrant sensations
Fingers lingering upon my jowl
Inhibiting that ardour howl