• kaftee 6w


    I thought flowers at spring were beautiful,
    Until I saw your face.
    I thought some potions could suppress my strain,
    Until I got the taste of your body.
    I thought kings possessed power,
    Until I found myself put to a stop by your demeanor.
    I thought soft music could bring me peace,
    Until my raging heart was put to sleep,
    When I lay my burdened head on your loving breasts