G o lden hour, the last of day old lighting one dollar price..
Added 2020-07-03 03:30:02 +0000 UTCG o lden hour, the last of day old lighting one dollar priced day old bread He found me sitting on the sill - are you - He asked - being dramatic - smiling Dripping from the shower towel tied around him his fingers, running through his hair I want to take him in like day old bread day-end sunlight where beads of water dripping down his chest stop in motion and his smile slows down and his breaths are even In my ear, and our lips they hang on one another's and our bodies remain tied and looped and touching yes - I say - exiting my daydream, my soft voice bouncing off my soft inner thigh and the soft day old light lingers on the drops of water resting on his chest, I continue I wish time would stop -------
