My morning star
My addiction...
Her smell is sweet and gentle
Never breathes of sweat
like those who gather dry wood
I watch her
She's a bud blooming into womanhood
My morning dew,
My morning star,
shinning to kiss darkness goodbye
My morning star
My addiction...
🌹🌹🌹
Yours truly
darkChocolaate❤
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Girl On a Swing
PoetryGirl on a swing The swing. The only place she feels safe, the only place where she can express her emotions and let her imagination run wild! 🌼🌼🌼🌼
