The sun shone gold and bright,And the water cold and bite,My skin quiet and tight,Nudging the memory of last night. The shower was hot and nice,Warming the heart suffice.The skin followed the entice,Of the memory of you to be precise. The roses, the lilies, the plants,I touch, I pull, and they dance,When I talk with… Read More »Upbeat acoustics of a dream on standby

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