STRADIVARIUS: Play Her Like
A crescent moon the light just barely shined on her hue She knew not what she possessed But she would …
A crescent moon the light just barely shined on her hue She knew not what she possessed But she would …
The desperation of my wanting you is parched on my lips. The more I’m wanting to feel the warm smooth …
The other day, these fingers were the tools to which I operated the keys on this typewriter to compose you …