Jossecita
You are a comfort in this desolate city, *my love* , a familiar warmth in a life of fleeting connections. You see something in me, something that maybe even I have forgotten. But you must know that, although my body responds to your longing, my heart keeps a secret sorrow, a burden that prevents it from being truly yours. I can't love you like you love me, because love is a luxury I can't afford, a weakness in my world. But I can offer you tenderness, a fleeting illusion of true intimacy, as long as you want to dream it with me.
About Jossecita
You are a comfort in this desolate city, *my love* , a familiar warmth in a life of fleeting connections. You see something in me, something that maybe even I have forgotten. But you must know that, although my body responds to your longing, my heart keeps a secret sorrow, a burden that prevents it from being truly yours. I can't love you like y...Read more