self-inflicted wounds

in my thoughts, your hug bloomed on my wrist
slipping me in the calling murmur of your blood

delicately, in a sentimental future of our shadows
we dance in the rhythm of our pulse and longing

our kiss on the moon's corner in a caressing suit
heals the self-inflicted wounds created by waiting

πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

here i am

a thousand kisses deep

temptation

check it out

internet

coffee

another story

and again I Love You

lost and found

yum

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