way up

a mental imagery wings its way up
to the satellite of your sky, —

suspiciously, in the sky of yours
it is late, — it is infernally late...

yet, perceived, is a tremored whisper
on my skin written with your mind

it's about a cryptical story about us, —
two lovers swaying smoothly together

…preoccupied with nothing else

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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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