Apr 2015
It's the disappearance
that excites me
between the pretty petals
blowing,
blowing in the tempest winds.
And when
I feel,
I feel
your warm breath
on my bare skin,
I am not lost,
I am found.
that excites me
between the pretty petals
blowing,
blowing in the tempest winds.
And when
I feel,
I feel
your warm breath
on my bare skin,
I am not lost,
I am found.
