You make the words flow
That’s how I know it’s love
I owe you this in return:
A flood of feelings that come
In waves, submerges you in bliss,
Until you’re spun to silk between my fingertips
You make the words flow
That’s how I know it’s love
I owe you this in return:
A flood of feelings that come
In waves, submerges you in bliss,
Until you’re spun to silk between my fingertips
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Cindy Knoke
A writer’s debt, quite smartly titled! Nice one man!
Thanks!!!
Beautiful ❣️
Thank you 🙂 🙂
Beautifully expressed Benjamin!
Thanks! So glad you liked this one!
Just really sensual and good in few words, as always. That last line!
Thanks. Glad you heard the same notes as me on this!
This is beautiful 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Nice one. 😏
Thanks 🙂
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