Crossing Hands

Our Love Never Dies

Allow my arms to go with you that yours accompany me. To see us both up close and personal. Set up our injured lips and let you know mystery things. Don’t allow your own ears to listen I need to see those lovely eyes and end this extraordinary allurement. Nibble those valuable lips and in my chest feel the feeling.

That your hand presses me extremely hard so that you feel my heart. May our arms meet up, for the wellbeing of God and let bits of affection be made. May my spirit go with you that your heart is with me.