drifting, drifting
half fearful, half willing
instead I fall into
something empyreal
I fall into you
your arms constrict
you hold me still, planting amative kisses on the once reluctant bambino
baby unfurls at once, letting out little sounds of
almost
venery
almost venery
almost venery
sunlight filters in through the little slit at the bottom of the blinds
as I am lit by my own alpenglow, a little by the **** a little by the scapulae
why do these phantom pains only become pains as soon as somnolence breaks?
I keep this in my heart.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
drifting, drifting
half fearful, half willing
instead I fall into
something empyreal
I fall into you
your arms constrict
you hold me still, planting amative kisses on the once reluctant bambino
baby unfurls at once, letting out little sounds of
almost
venery
almost venery
almost venery
sunlight filters in through the little slit at the bottom of the blinds
as I am lit by my own alpenglow, a little by the **** a little by the scapulae
why do these phantom pains only become pains as soon as somnolence breaks?
I keep this in my heart.
