Kisslikeyouneverhada past.
—Brandon Villasenor
Her beauty must have been exhausting and not to mention troublesome. Glitter swiftly made it’s way into the vibrant strands that graced her lavish eyelashes. Each blink, each pressing moment, time seemed to have stopped...
I wonder how many women are held up in their bed waiting to be sung to, served wine to, read poetry to, kissed slowly with.
She was the reason I started to write but her beauty is kept me writing.
Tonight, I decided to take a stroll down to my local liquor store. Maybe I’ll find a refreshment to wash down this full moon. I hate showing up & the clerk fucking knows my name,...
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