My favorite place to be
is tight within your embrace.
Be it night or day,
There is no better feeling
than my back pressed against
your chest and your arms
wrapped around my collar bone
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
My favorite place to be
is tight within your embrace.
Be it night or day,
There is no better feeling
than my back pressed against
your chest and your arms
wrapped around my collar bone