Nerve Endings
Mar 3, 2021
Mouth full of rose petals
They brush my lips as they fall to the floor
Build a mold of my body with your spit
Not a bit unexplored
I can feel everything
The tip of your tongue, a stinger
I’ll stay a while you linger
Mouth full of rose petals
They brush my lips as they fall to the floor
Build a mold of my body with your spit
Not a bit unexplored
I can feel everything
The tip of your tongue, a stinger
I’ll stay a while you linger