Ere now your soft lips,
Lilac with heart of fire, inflame me.
First spring flower
lips
Apart…
Haunting memories
Your sweet, moist, lips, pressed to mine
Dew covered rose.
Ere now your soft lips,
Lilac with heart of fire, inflame me.
First spring flower
Haunting memories
Your sweet, moist, lips, pressed to mine
Dew covered rose.
