Becky Butler
@bc75 · 1:30
Has my skin forgotten your caress?
As your hands move seamlessly, I awaken at your remembrance and reach for you desperately, hungrily seeking a poetic kiss left to linger, whispers long after the moments passed. There are many things that we choose to carry with us on our path. May love be one. Thanks, Becky
Becky Butler
@bc75 · 0:29
Thank you, Ty. I look forward to the poetic piece that you're composing and sit with abated breath to read it when you're ready, when it's written, when it's done. That's how you want. Thank you for taking the time for me. I appreciate it so much. Have a great day. Coming through