Once the night blankets the city, my thoughts turn to you.
My body turns to you.
Its coordinates set to yearn for your touch. Its curves reaching through these foreign streets and spaces for your north, your heat, your need.
Once the night blankets the city, my thoughts turn to you.
My body turns to you.
Its coordinates set to yearn for your touch. Its curves reaching through these foreign streets and spaces for your north, your heat, your need.