Your hands...
They are your hands, those that mark my Present ... The ones that show me all the love you have for me ...
Your hands are bondage of my skin, and with those fingers you achieve the constant recreation of caresses ...
They are your hands, those that mark my Present ... The ones that show me all the love you have for me ...
Your hands are bondage of my skin, and with those fingers you achieve the constant recreation of caresses ...