Breathless, and speechless.
There is plenty here for two.
Put your cold lips upon mine,
And breathe.
Come, bring your warm mouth into mine
And talk.
Let us speak
The language of our tongues.
Mouth – Bombay, April 2003
Breathless, and speechless.
There is plenty here for two.
Put your cold lips upon mine,
And breathe.
Come, bring your warm mouth into mine
And talk.
Let us speak
The language of our tongues.
