A collaboration between Mark Symmonds and Debra Sasak Ross
Through satin and white lace.
I can still see your face.
Your features I can trace.
No one could ever take your place.
My heart starts to race
As our passion quickens pace.
My hands pull at your lace.
To reveal the satin of your face.
Debra Sasak Ross-MarkSymmonds (c) 11/07/2017 All Rights Reserved
Rhythm of the Ink 