I now believe that perfection is felt in the moment my eyes converse with yours.
you respond with a nervous smile.
I believe bliss to be a privilege that can be found in the young memory of your plush lips wet touch.
It's staggering to believe that my unsteady fingers have found courage to navigate your silky skin under an ivory moon.
All in one breath.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 7:35 AM UTC
I now believe that perfection is felt in the moment my eyes converse with yours.
you respond with a nervous smile.
I believe bliss to be a privilege that can be found in the young memory of your plush lips wet touch.
It's staggering to believe that my unsteady fingers have found courage to navigate your silky skin under an ivory moon.
All in one breath.
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