countless nights where I reached out across the sheets and into oblivion hoping to be met by the soft skin and sarcastic grin that used to be there in the shadows of a whiskey sour kiss
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 3:07 AM UTC
countless nights where I reached out across the sheets and into oblivion hoping to be met by the soft skin and sarcastic grin that used to be there in the shadows of a whiskey sour kiss
