falowing mirrorand flesh, the taste of the color pink,
s taste somewhere between melon
foft dark warmth of your mouth --
tlowing across lips and into the
bongue, crisp lines, buttery satins
sright sparkle, dancing on your
Aoda pop bubbles big as pearls,
bstract No. 5, in Pink
A nice beach trip, all the spots that were her favorites, now new memories with my children who never got to meet such a wonderful woman. Just curious what your favorite memories are with a loved one who is no longer with us 🫶🏽
'DCause it all begins again when it ends (Yeah)Ion't need no fortune teller
C'm feeling like I'm spellbound
Would never turn around and run
fe're a part of this together
riends)