Lace and ribbons, soft and sweet,
A teasing touch, a front row seat.
Hearts may hurry, pulses play,
As all my lingerie slips away.
So tell me, love, don't make me wait...
Are you my Valentine, or just too late? π
Stefania Ferrario
2025-03-13 08:21:14 +0000 UTCEric Kuijpers
2025-03-08 15:50:56 +0000 UTCIvan
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