Her lips are soft; and are woven with sunshine. Her little dimples gave her this.. pure innocence when she smile. So warm. So radiant. It melted my heart.
And, I, for the life of me, am consumed by her giggles. Like cherubs of purity and light and love.
I kiss her feverishly, hoping it would fill this deep-seated void within me.
And it does, for a blissful moment.
--- Ink and Wander
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Floating Feathers - poetry and prose
Poetry💜🤍🖤 Playing with floating feathers is what I do now. This is small book of miscellaneous/random poetry and prose written with the lens of a demisexual person; writing about love and relationships and overall approach. 🖤🤍💜🏳️🌈 For more poetry...
