Tranquil air, brushing hair
soft to the touch, rosy blush
against beige porcelain skin
Disappear in your embrace
luminous love in my gaze
dreams stretching into eternity
The moment passes by
like sunshine slipping clouds
belonging so rightly to us
One last mark on my lips
leaves me quietly smiling
before serene eyes part ways
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
Tranquil air, brushing hair
soft to the touch, rosy blush
against beige porcelain skin
Disappear in your embrace
luminous love in my gaze
dreams stretching into eternity
The moment passes by
like sunshine slipping clouds
belonging so rightly to us
One last mark on my lips
leaves me quietly smiling
before serene eyes part ways
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