cut out my tongue it will never be able to capture your beauty in words.
My hands useless for your essence transcends the boundaries of script.
My entire being, may it dissolve in the hope of solidifying into you
my love, my venus, my divine feminine goddess, of everything natural and new
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
cut out my tongue it will never be able to capture your beauty in words.
My hands useless for your essence transcends the boundaries of script.
My entire being, may it dissolve in the hope of solidifying into you
my love, my venus, my divine feminine goddess, of everything natural and new
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