dear women, dear friends, and all my dear loves, remember, remember, there’s never a reason, to play that silly game. to act one silly way, if merely the purpose, is to hide away, your pathetic insecurity.

White Feathers

Your veil makes you that much more, Attractive to my inner yearnings, Oh how I wish that I could be, Underneath that cotton surface covering your head, tracing along your hair, Down your arched spine. I see you in my dreams, Lying on the softness of my bed sheets, Your olive skin against them, DrowningContinue reading “White Feathers”

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