close your mouth
don't say a word
they can't know
your touch's worth
you take me
where i long to go
your fingers leave
a rose blush glow
breaking all
our sacred oaths
there's something feral
inside us both
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
