I ache to kiss her —
her lips, her back,
to hold her close
until the night forgets itself.
To lose myself
inside her eyes,
to trace her hands
as if they were
the only map I need.
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
I ache to kiss her —
her lips, her back,
to hold her close
until the night forgets itself.
To lose myself
inside her eyes,
to trace her hands
as if they were
the only map I need.
