on days that tasted like warm wine from the 80’s as the sun basked through my lover eyes that looks like a pool of honey. we sway our body to the slow rhythm of songs we never know the name or who sings it, our bare feet touch the cold marble floor, but his touch are warm and soft like rose petal that spent too much days in the sun. My lover was a nervous shaking box tied in blue ribbon, as he slowly open his lips for mine. My heart was a shattered glass on cold September wind, as I slowly pull him to my reach.
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 6:13 AM UTC
on days that tasted like warm wine from the 80’s as the sun basked through my lover eyes that looks like a pool of honey. we sway our body to the slow rhythm of songs we never know the name or who sings it, our bare feet touch the cold marble floor, but his touch are warm and soft like rose petal that spent too much days in the sun. My lover was a nervous shaking box tied in blue ribbon, as he slowly open his lips for mine. My heart was a shattered glass on cold September wind, as I slowly pull him to my reach.
I don’t know
everything has been so dull lately
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