Ask me anything
Her hands plant a seed of sensuality.
She opens her palms to let her fingers seperate and play on every muscle.
The creases and folds of her mind are the most beautiful part of her, even as she stands in the colored sun, radient of her sex.
She isnt afraid to stand without armour even though her body is weak.
At the sound of music she is content to move and be free. To let her emotions pour out like rain, and begin the flow of rivers.
On these trips she gets lost somewhere in the sky.
Her dreams streak like sirens in the wind. Even so, she is gentle and kind.
Holding in wisdom beyond her years, giving us her fruit which may be too sweet.
These are the best little things ive discovered all week..Im sorry but since you fell asleep i think im going to eat most of them, sorry babe<3