I am the restless ocean, you a tempest storm churning our waters into a whirlwind of wants plunging us into murky depths of desire where we linger, and soon surrender to that which our fates have conspired. Advertisements
Hail, new moon mysteries, untold night sky glowing with starlight
artistry of dawn
Sweet bouquet Wrapped in nostalgia
When she looks in the mirror, she sees the girl like a bright beacon of light from within with rosy cheeks, and bouncing red curls and a body that was willow switch thin.
Standing before you In all my naked glory
Spring dawn’s misty haze tranquil lake teeming with life