She was one of those rare types
I called her a beautiful, frightened mess
A soul reaper she was
Yet so fragile at heart
With an intriguing *****
So tender to touch
a mouth filled with words unclear
Sweet nothings that enflame
Sweet touches that ignites
Too wise for lies
In my illusions she remains
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 4:36 PM UTC
She was one of those rare types
I called her a beautiful, frightened mess
A soul reaper she was
Yet so fragile at heart
With an intriguing *****
So tender to touch
a mouth filled with words unclear
Sweet nothings that enflame
Sweet touches that ignites
Too wise for lies
In my illusions she remains
Words of a mind filled with fantasies of intimacy .
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