Innocene_tattooed Stories

You know its September The hot days and the cold nights We were tucked under the thick blankets Laughing, giggling, smiling and chatting Me at my place And you, at yours Yet I felt very close to you Each time you called I persuaded you to talk more Your words, your smile, Was the pure drug for me to live. You had restrictions, still you managed to contact It was in this September we became close and intact I heard your br...