Love is in my mouth - on its roof - like a seldom used broiler now stuck on. My breath runs hot - like a quiet dragon huffing to itself. Will I ever express the burning word? - or maybe it is just a gentle kiss.
Love is in my mouth - on its roof - like a seldom used broiler now stuck on. My breath runs hot - like a quiet dragon huffing to itself. Will I ever express the burning word? - or maybe it is just a gentle kiss.