her midnight hums
it’s now during the bitter watches of the night when I miss you and your scent that once brought me to Wonderland— took me into the (almost) black shores of your nails, and let me dive into the vast trenches of your leaking palms bracing mine. so now, let me go again to the stretches of the ghastly slopes underneath your shirt and walk through every inch of your barren look from those opaque and meek irises, with that smell, the suffocating Series, as my guide. and while I travel along those bushy eyebrows, let the same smell lead me to a place where I don’t have to choose between your kisses or your curses for they have long pleased everything in me. (allende) Possibly Related Posts:
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