Just trying it out to see what its like.
Peals of grins, shake down around my ankles, cataclysmic. Feet planted, sandy grit and gritty sand, sweet purple puddles. Babe, touch the tip of my lashes, a thousand strokes of
By WOA3 months ago in Poets
I belted the fancy to my farce; you smiled, elven in the summer snows. Why couldn't we cinch our hips to the sun; why couldn't we play flutes on moons; why couldn't we sway under vellum stars, a thousand years old...
By WOA4 months ago in Poets
