Delicious
Til then, the final touch we shared is my hope in the perfect night. The loving kiss of the cut strands, the relic of my years of pilgrimage, was only now for me to know. Yet that too is forever.
Til then, the final touch we shared is my hope in the perfect night. The loving kiss of the cut strands, the relic of my years of pilgrimage, was only now for me to know. Yet that too is forever.