was already old.
we live far away from each other.
I was born before you were born, but when you were born, I was already old.
Turning butterflies to find flowers, and perching grasses at night.
night.
The moon hides shyly in the clouds,
Attic 6-5 on the rooftop of the 5th floor of Hope Community,
Two upright naked whites,
The man skillfully kisses the pink lips of the woman,
kissed so deeply and furiously,
The woman's breath began to be disturbed,
Dizzy, panting,
That trembling body,
From flustered to flaky,
The small tip of the tongue responded enthusiastically to the man's entanglement,
leave no gap,
The hot, moist tongue still sucks the tiny cloves,
taste the aroma of wine in your mouth,
light fragrance,
I was kissed so hard to breathe,
The woman's little hand softly wraps around the man's neck,
little face close,
Misty water eyes with a touch of innocence,
While whispering, sticking out the tip of her tongue,
Gently traces the man's lips,
Sucking wildly, holding her plump lower lip,
frantically st