Some day I’ll have this. Some day soon. My man’s hand resting on my thigh, signalling familiarity, a comforting anchor. He’ll rest his hand there knowing that I’m his and he’s mine. I’ll take comfort in that I wholehear
Some day I’ll have this. Some day soon. My man’s hand resting on my thigh, signalling familiarity, a comforting anchor. He’ll rest his hand there knowing that I’m his and he’s mine. I’ll take comfort in that I wholehear