So You |
by Silk |
Pink Flamingos feathers tickle my chest, or so it seems… …when you place your hands upon me. So soft, so gentle, So tender, so you. Unbearably delicate fingertips Grace the sensitive realms of my back, Causing me to love you more. So deep, so much, So intense, so true. Heavenly taste of distinct peach Tease my tongue, Each time you kiss me. So sweet, so luscious, So good, so you. |