my heart beats
just a little faster
as you pass byskin brushing skin,
an accident,
leaving a blush
that won't scrub awaylike the longing
for your fingers
tangled in my
cropped hair
love
my heart beats
just a little faster
as you pass byskin brushing skin,
an accident,
leaving a blush
that won't scrub awaylike the longing
for your fingers
tangled in my
cropped hair