Long, silky legs twirl passionately Emitting aromas pungent and flare - Tempting fate with the dance of the wrist. It coats the tongue, Tantalizing taste buds long laid dormant. Generous with itβs embrace of bliss Obscenely unaware of the lurking sentiments it has hidden. WineΒ allie : 7|7|2020
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i am not
A moment of honesty with myself. A realistic, very necessary, understanding I must impress upon myself. A harsh truth for ears pruned to eat constructive criticism for breakfast.Β
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reality teach us that no one else can 'know' for you. you cannot be told when the universe is calling for you to release the death grip you hold on comfort. no one can measure how much your soul can bare, or how little it can hold. only you can define the pinnacle of 'enough'… Continue reading π₯ππ πππππ£ & π¦π₯π₯ππ£ π₯π£π¦π₯π.
