As you pull me close,
I feel your skin grazing mine,
space between souls, sealed.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
I feel your skin grazing mine,
space between souls, sealed.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
Ooo!!Nice, very sensual.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
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