What a thing to know
The taste of skin,
When passions glow
And desires win.
So close, such need
As layers fall
Paying no heed
To words at all.
‘Tis magick when
Great love is made.
We’re one and then
All mis’ries fade.
What a thing to know
The taste of skin,
When passions glow
And desires win.
So close, such need
As layers fall
Paying no heed
To words at all.
‘Tis magick when
Great love is made.
We’re one and then
All mis’ries fade.
Lovely ❤️
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Thanks so much. ❤ becoming a little more open with regard to what moves me.
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