Tom_777
09/20/2024In the end, Nicole is the end. When life is already late, she fills it. She colors the most boring hour with laughter. She sings, sharply, all the things that open her eyes. I like her, I allow her. From her mouth I scribble dreams. From her eyes I burn. Ah, Nicole, how little time is this for an entire soul? Wait for me next time, I'll take the guitar.
Haaaaa how beautiful!!! I loved the poem! You are so special!! It was a great pleasure to meet you. And the rest is our secret. A kiss and thank you for the wonderful night! ❤️💋 09/20/2024