Your voice drips like golden honey,
Soft as a sunset melting into the sea.
I taste your laughter—wild berries and wine,
A melody swirling in the wind’s embrace.
Your touch is moonlight—cool and silver,
A whispered song that glows in the dark.
We speak in colors unseen,
And love in echoes unheard.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 3:11 PM UTC
Your voice drips like golden honey,
Soft as a sunset melting into the sea.
I taste your laughter—wild berries and wine,
A melody swirling in the wind’s embrace.
Your touch is moonlight—cool and silver,
A whispered song that glows in the dark.
We speak in colors unseen,
And love in echoes unheard.
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