I stillThink of girls
With soft,
Yielding skin.
My curls,
They have turned from brown to grey.
I cough
And ponder on, the meaning of sin.
I stillThink of girls
With soft,
Yielding skin.
My curls,
They have turned from brown to grey.
I cough
And ponder on, the meaning of sin.
My friend, I never stop thinking of them.
Thanks for your comment, which brought a smile to my face. Best wishes, Kevin