imagination painting pictures
i pull on my socks and your breath is warm on my neck, your kiss tender and warm steeping love into my cells so that when i breathe it condenses with the crisp air and hovers there before dispersing into the sky and settling soft and clean onto the skin of strangers...
2 Comments:
Too bad. It would have been nice if you had breqthed it back in.
what makes you say that?
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