Kiss me softly, slowly,
Make my lips feel free.
Dance across my tongue with yours,
Like you desperately need me.
Love me tenderly, deeply,
Intoxicate me with your mirth.
Make love to me with passion,
Like we are the last lovers on earth.
Touch me gently, completely,
Trace my skin with your thumbs.
Hold my body close to yours,
Like tomorrow never comes.
About the Creator
Meg
I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
By Giulia Viti2 days ago in Fiction
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