More night were needs to decipher the anthology his kisses would leave. More paths were needed to find a way out of the laberynth his caresses let traced in my body.
His eyes sparkled lights, while with the mere touch of his , I was running out of sighs.
I wasn’t his, he wasn’t mine .
Like waves to the open sea, like gust in a storm. It seemed like we belonged, but we would end up anywhere.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
More night were needs to decipher the anthology his kisses would leave. More paths were needed to find a way out of the laberynth his caresses let traced in my body.
His eyes sparkled lights, while with the mere touch of his , I was running out of sighs.
I wasn’t his, he wasn’t mine .
Like waves to the open sea, like gust in a storm. It seemed like we belonged, but we would end up anywhere.
