Sleeves Rolled Up
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
Isn’t conducive to conceiving
Babies, or maybe be on this eve,
Slipping in slippery seduction,
Increasing her rate of breathing.
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
Isn’t conducive to conceiving
Babies, or maybe be on this eve,
Slipping in slippery seduction,
Increasing her rate of breathing.