teal

As you glance toward a memories' hour,
you hear some weezery whispers coming
from the sun and stars. They seem to be
the gift of a charlatan with the audience
in a surplus of nothingness, well wrapped
in the ingenuity of a teal hue that breathes
and shines between the teeth of the moon.
Took just a jiff to catch you in joy's attire
as you glanced toward a memories' hour.

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

Join my atmosphere. My mood denotes Bohemian Whispers and a persistent Poetic Frisson. The dosage comes with Coco. 🌿