You make the words flow
That’s how I know it’s love
I owe you this in return:
A flood of feelings that come
In waves, submerges you in bliss,
Until you’re spun to silk between my fingertips
You make the words flow
That’s how I know it’s love
I owe you this in return:
A flood of feelings that come
In waves, submerges you in bliss,
Until you’re spun to silk between my fingertips
Just Write
A Mystical World
love each other like you are the lyric to their music
The flowers of the fiction plant rooted in my brain, the voice of the inexpressible feelings hidden in my heart and the eruption of the theories burning in my mind– I made a ball out of the three, threw it high into the sky and it landed right at my blog.
You're Worth It.
Sporadic randomness from a disheveled mind.
Utopian World
A writer’s debt, quite smartly titled! Nice one man!
Thanks!!!
Beautiful ❣️
Thank you 🙂 🙂
Beautifully expressed Benjamin!
Thanks! So glad you liked this one!
Just really sensual and good in few words, as always. That last line!
Thanks. Glad you heard the same notes as me on this!
This is beautiful 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Nice one. 😏
Thanks 🙂
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