ripples is a pondHis breath on my neck. Hands through his hair. Goosebumps, ripples in a pond. The drums quicken, the heat rises. Eyes drawn to eachother, can't let go. Emotions fill the space, making silence obsolete.ripples is a pond
Kisses like rain in the summer, so sweet, just as beautiful, but not as rare. Whispers down my spine. Embraced in his arms is my heaven.
I'M JUST ON BECAUSE I AM THAT BORED!
Hope
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Everybody gets a little lost sometimes
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He's a man of few words and many bodybags.
its you.
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click clack.
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