He left wine on the tremors of my lips. Red blush bleeding across burnished skin. A curious up turn whispering whimsy and wonderings into stolen silence.
My eyelids flutter, a scattering of dreams upon the breeze gasped from rosé stained flesh. He inhales them, treasures them in deep blue irises of sea. Its not your innocence, he whispers.
But its enough.














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Equestrian photography and Traditional art.
I'm confused.
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-CG out.
A Day without laughter is a day wasted. - e.e. cummings
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Equestrian photography and Traditional art.
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"Uke" rootin for the underdog!
Thank you hon! *hug*
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-CG out.
A Day without laughter is a day wasted. - e.e. cummings
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"Uke" rootin for the underdog!
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