FORTY-NINE
midnight hoursI have never felt comfortable
in my own skin, but when it is pressed
against yours, bare in the midnight hour,
it breathes in a sigh of relief.
Still sweet in sweat,
still caught in a sheen of ecstasy,
there are no worries here.
Everything is fine, perfect,
stunning in my world
when you're here.
Card games or board games?
𐎀 Card games honestly give me a lot of anxiety for some reason, so I definitely prefer board games. I do really enjoy uno, though. That's the only card game I really enjoy.May
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