The coffee tastes like light,
The light, the shade of your lips.
Symbols entwine, fleeting,
In the depths of my rising desires.
Your eyelids cast their spell,
Carrying me to the edge of vertigo.
A sweet and defiant shiver
Burns me and enthralls me.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
The coffee tastes like light,
The light, the shade of your lips.
Symbols entwine, fleeting,
In the depths of my rising desires.
Your eyelids cast their spell,
Carrying me to the edge of vertigo.
A sweet and defiant shiver
Burns me and enthralls me.
