Making love with him
is like bursting
with fragile hope.
His touches, ocean waves
Carrying and crashing,
Carrying and crashing.
Please continue.
Breathless, trembling,
I want to go back in.
Making love with him
is like bursting
with fragile hope.
His touches, ocean waves
Carrying and crashing,
Carrying and crashing.
Please continue.
Breathless, trembling,
I want to go back in.