I can move the fingers of my left hand...and my right wrist. I can extend my legs. I can open my arms.
I can move the fingers of my left hand...and my right wrist. I can extend my legs. I can open my arms.
They may seizeOn the white wonder of dear Juliets handAnd steal immortal blessing from her lips,Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories