The space between her lips. That infinite space that forms in her face when her soul makes an effort to stay in her body. The space that allows the only scape for her thoughts when they surpass her mind. That inviting space, offering the lust that everyone dreams of, but at the same time showing innocence and purity. That dark space dividing her pale lips that drives into an encircled moment, not in the past or the future, but in the now, and in the tide of waves.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 6:53 PM UTC
The space between her lips. That infinite space that forms in her face when her soul makes an effort to stay in her body. The space that allows the only scape for her thoughts when they surpass her mind. That inviting space, offering the lust that everyone dreams of, but at the same time showing innocence and purity. That dark space dividing her pale lips that drives into an encircled moment, not in the past or the future, but in the now, and in the tide of waves.
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