His hair,
It wasn’t hair.. it was a forest.
Where my hands got lost in.
on purpose.
His scent.
Craving the way in the wild.
Swallowing me whole.
maandag, januari 20, 2025
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His hair,
It wasn’t hair.. it was a forest.
Where my hands got lost in.
on purpose.
His scent.
Craving the way in the wild.
Swallowing me whole.