looking into your eyes, making my pretty girl cry

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trembling hands / skin is pinched, bitten pink / rawest form, teeth shuddering / palms with delicate portraits of the moon / roots entangled with scorching sweat / crossed legs intertwined with silk / tied with satin / fingertips wet, twirling a tongue / steady night / soft searches, softer /

bare necks and tender morning / calming hands roam newly blooming galaxies / after-caring, nurturing the night / warmth from golden skin / cherry blossom cheeks / burnt pink from my flower / darling dove



// to my muse, my dove 💘

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