She says I’m an apple to her:
she loves the feel of my skin,
the vibrace of my colour,
the delightful taste within.
That I grace her when I am in her arms.
She holds me close and says, I’ll say,
a taste of you keeps the doctor away!”
She says I’m an apple to her:
she loves the feel of my skin,
the vibrace of my colour,
the delightful taste within.
That I grace her when I am in her arms.
She holds me close and says, I’ll say,
a taste of you keeps the doctor away!”