With renewed vigor
A slip of the hip
The grip of the finger
I chuckle
I've gotten myself into a pickle, it seems.
For the first time in forever
I'm looking forward to basking in the sun
In the brilliance of something greater than all my dalliances
I'm feeling it now
Actual sunlight.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 12:34 AM UTC
With renewed vigor
A slip of the hip
The grip of the finger
I chuckle
I've gotten myself into a pickle, it seems.
For the first time in forever
I'm looking forward to basking in the sun
In the brilliance of something greater than all my dalliances
I'm feeling it now
Actual sunlight.
Hello, dear lover, Heliophilia.
The Age of Fire, January 2018.
The rebirth after actualizing Basic Instinct
A year of elemental foreplay
Barricading the year before
Secluding hunger from need
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