Feb 2020
As lust to Dust.
I dust your "flor".
Through the smell for a naive,
the skin, call to thee.
For me, is the desire to love in deep.
Where roses become eccentric.
And your eyes my entity.
I dust your "flor".
Through the smell for a naive,
the skin, call to thee.
For me, is the desire to love in deep.
Where roses become eccentric.
And your eyes my entity.
Hollow space fueled this one. Hope to meet her, one day.
