Don’t touch. If you do, I’ll want it too much. I see the way you look at me, but I know that you cannot see the lust buried deep behind my eyes.
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Ivy Rose
Ivy writes about the strange, beautiful, messy sides of life—aging, career twists, alt fashion, spirituality, intuition & mental health—through articles, journal entries, poetry & short stories. A little darkness and a little light.
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