Have you ever looked up the midnight sky wondering if the star-crossed love ballads have made their way beyond the cursed clouds?
Have you ever lost your very existence in the midst of a nowhere cramped up for blanks, pondering over the scent of possibilities in a singular fragrance?
Have you ever woken off a tender slumber, fingers losing their way in the abyss beneath the thighs, the canopy of hair eclipsing the contoured terrains across the ribs, minutes away from what remained of the umbilicus, mauling the very idea of outlines as you breathed my poetry in your skin?
If you have, you'd know where to find me.
Have you ever lost your very existence in the midst of a nowhere cramped up for blanks, pondering over the scent of possibilities in a singular fragrance?
Have you ever woken off a tender slumber, fingers losing their way in the abyss beneath the thighs, the canopy of hair eclipsing the contoured terrains across the ribs, minutes away from what remained of the umbilicus, mauling the very idea of outlines as you breathed my poetry in your skin?
If you have, you'd know where to find me.
