Story Of A Kiss
Story Of A Kiss
I'm not sure what to call him?
A warrior! who holds a knife with strength.
Or
A painter! who holds a brush with grace.
Because while he was kissing me,
I felt him conquering my demons and coloring my soul.
I'm not sure what to call him?
A warrior! who holds a knife with strength.
Or
A painter! who holds a brush with grace.
Because while he was kissing me,
I felt him conquering my demons and coloring my soul.