His hands slip in under my T
His fingers are cold
But his body is warm behind me.
His breath on my neck is hot
I’m not mad at this
I’m not.
~Just L (March 1, 2018)
Just L Poetry
Hopeful romantic… Deal with it.
His hands slip in under my T
His fingers are cold
But his body is warm behind me.
His breath on my neck is hot
I’m not mad at this
I’m not.
~Just L (March 1, 2018)
