Light lily’s breeze through his buildings
Turning his mouth cotton candy
Was a moon to me that exhaled my essence?
From an hour glass
That blew butterflies thru my frame
And sat me on pipes thrusting pulsed between my brains
Not even the roughest twister
Wow… this is gorgeous!
Thank you David ❤
Thank you Priti!
Such imagery, I can feel the passion and swooning energy of it all! 🙌✨
That was the goal to feel the swooning and build up off intimacy! Thanks for commenting 🥰