Come with me, place all of your troubles at my feet before you enter, your time with me is the prototype of love’s design.
Come with me to a special collection of galaxies, bask within eachother’s realms lost in time’s continuum infinitely inviting tongues to taste limitless flesh painting colors of black love and magic, making tectonic plates begin to shift, music transcending through 2 elevated souls touching 1 heart at a time...
“Come get high with me,”
he said but his words meant so much more, I want to go everywhere with him, he makes my mind body and spirit feel truly restored.
About the Creator
Calligraphee
Writing is an escape unmatched, my stories will allow any reader to mentally travel to any destination I paint with my words.
So enjoy the ride...I come in peace or pieces.
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