It’s not love that
brings me to my knees
or your kisses that
weaken my resolve;
your voice doesn’t
soften my rage.
but kind gestures
of silky indulgence
move my interior.
…………………………………………………………………..
It’s not love that
brings me to my knees
or your kisses that
weaken my resolve;
your voice doesn’t
soften my rage.
but kind gestures
of silky indulgence
move my interior.
…………………………………………………………………..