Kids' Fiction
Moving Up
I’m no longer concerned with our skeletons;Their fragility or their delicateness.I am more concerned with where I’d like to kiss.The inches of your neck, creeping up from your hips.I’m no longer concerned with our skeletons;Their fragility or our breakingness.I am more concerned with where I’d like to kiss.Every part of you, moving up from your hips.Keep me close.I’ll keep you safe.
From Letras Mania