was it not

was it not my purpose to fall in love with you
but to be happy, to taste your wildish passion,
the magic of a miracle you are, my storyteller,
the writer costumed as a soldier of the words
using the polychromic vestments of illusions
provoking me, confessing till I'm pouring down
amazing, for I hate you so much as I miss you

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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