You turned up during the storm
Soaked to the skin
I gave you my bed
And slept in the spare room
Reading topless
Owl glasses perched
Am I still asleep
Coffee Butter and Toast
Erotic Poems of Summer
You turned up during the storm
Soaked to the skin
I gave you my bed
And slept in the spare room
Reading topless
Owl glasses perched
Am I still asleep
Coffee Butter and Toast
Erotic Poems of Summer