Soft, sultry, silky.
The scent of mint.
Vanilla in her hair.
I wrap my hand in
Her silky locks,
Dark as onyx,
And press her
To my heart.
We deepen the kiss.
No more distance.
No more fear.
Just nature
And us.
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Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
