6 Months into June
the bliss of the humid
air, made you stick onto me
while my hands linger
down the indentions
of your spine
i pray the hot concrete
wont singe my fingerprints
off your skin
the bliss of the humid
air, made you stick onto me
while my hands linger
down the indentions
of your spine
i pray the hot concrete
wont singe my fingerprints
off your skin