| Photos from a past life. |
BurningA touch a shudder fiery-hot and burning scorching down my back your hands reach up closer closer to myBurning
neck is gasping for
air to breathe your
scent
in my mouth on my tongue in my head so muddled
and confused afraid and insecure of what
comes next
your mouth silencing my worries urgent feverish hot and burning tears slide down my cheek you're &nbs
Greener
Ballet
And we'll collect the moments one by one
Yearning
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"Je ne te crains pas gros moche, mon coeur est pur comme de l'eau de roche!"
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