Silence. Poetry.

When i kizz her, the silent, i become silent myself,excuse me, without anykind of guild or anykind of shame, do you Think,that i am him, who May give you new days, where i kiss you goodmorning, and kiss you goodbeforemidday, and kiss you goodmidday, and goodafternoon, and goodevening,and goodnight.

Then you are the treasure that i Never kiss goodbye❤️💕❤️

With love

Broder Tom Fastrup Steffens dk.