As you pull me close,
I feel your skin grazing mine,
space between souls, sealed.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
I feel your skin grazing mine,
space between souls, sealed.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
Ooo!!Nice, very sensual.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
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