Pallored face and well-worn fingers Trace a brand new body quivers Underneath bedroom sheets In my solitary room retreat I cast my hand between my thighs Bite my lip with wishful eyes Orange dreams and velveteen To pluck the first flowers of Spring
Pallored face and well-worn fingers Trace a brand new body quivers Underneath bedroom sheets In my solitary room retreat I cast my hand between my thighs Bite my lip with wishful eyes Orange dreams and velveteen To pluck the first flowers of Spring