I stand before you in deep desire, yearning the fruit I cannot have. How I wish of being quenched, to rid of this parching by your nectar. As such to savor every part, taking in the essence of it all fully. Oh how to be a mighty wind in doing so, swaying you to your roots.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
I stand before you in deep desire, yearning the fruit I cannot have. How I wish of being quenched, to rid of this parching by your nectar. As such to savor every part, taking in the essence of it all fully. Oh how to be a mighty wind in doing so, swaying you to your roots.
