45/F/Cremona - Italy Lost for words ,I always had the irresistible instinct to write my thoughts when they crop up in my mind . My soul is dark, my face is rose. I'm looking for a compromise. 89 followers / 3.6k words
golden waves wind slow the leaden sky smells like summer the fine rain smells of land and of you the great willow is our alcove our moans invade the air your heat fills me and satisfies me your eyes invade me interweaving of legs and sweaty bodies smell of rain smell of land smell of you panting hearts heavy breaths under the great willow two souls touched each other and defeated
you said I'm gonna ******* I heard I love you you said you're hot I understand you're beautiful you slapped my *** I felt a caress you said it’s over I opened my eyes you said get away from me I felt cold
a huge moment a thrill under the lashes the explosion of a thousand fragments an exchange of souls nothing has been the same you and I belong to each other