If only
I could inhale
the warm fragrance
of your throat
and bury my face
in the wild storm
of your hair.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a year ago. A wild storm.
Art by William Oxer
If only
I could inhale
the warm fragrance
of your throat
and bury my face
in the wild storm
of your hair.
.
.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Written a year ago. A wild storm.
Art by William Oxer
