a love letter to nobody in particular– (Read: ‘Vous m’avez brisé le coeur, le bijou de ma vie.’)
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
brass bell ensemble
brazen beauty swing stepping
dance with me darling
as I’m grounded here
my thoughts stray; lips on her ear
fingertip wishes
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