His supple words are coloring in the shapes, the blind contours of my silent reveries. His celestial dreams—tender, effeminate and ethereal whilst gallant, robust, and entrenched are illuminating the shadows of my own. I am stricken, now, by phosphorescent, and blaring match that is he. He, the one I knew from before, burns holes with his touch, his gaze. His incisive bites devour my Past, my Future, and crush me to Now, this moment we share as One.
i have so many cute clothes i want to sell. thinking about starting an etsy. would anyone be interested?