I cannot speak, I have no tongue.
I cannot write, my fingers bleed.
I cannot walk for the sores on my soles.
I cannot climb, my knees are weak. 11 more words
Rose petals on hot skin…
Notes of Turkish rose, yellow jasmine, apricot, amber, musk, sandalwood and beeswax
If I was forced by The Perfume Police to wear one kind of fragrance for the rest of my life, it would probably be rose. 368 more words