she was
she was the dream i kept building turning towards the dawning waves of daylight as if i'd never known love the dream i was leaning into along the rocky shores…
sheer pleasure
sheer pleasure prancing like gazelles 20-year-old yoginis leave little to our imagination more for our proclivity than theirs proud and glistening from downward dogs and shivasanas my lunch is less…
your brain
your brain twitching inside to understand just how much your brain turns me on lights go on all over my living rooms when we connect over poems writers love languages…
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