May my voice be your favorite sound.
My sweet aroma your favorite scent.
My soft skin your favorite touch.
My very presence your favorite sight.
My tender kisses your favorite taste and
Wrapped in my arms your favorite place.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
May my voice be your favorite sound.
My sweet aroma your favorite scent.
My soft skin your favorite touch.
My very presence your favorite sight.
My tender kisses your favorite taste and
Wrapped in my arms your favorite place.