He asks me if I love himI say not yet how could I?I barely know himhe hasn’t seen me. He thinks love is a tempestblowing in and bringing chaos in it’s wakedestroying what has been.I think love is a warm summer breezetickling my skinwarming my facewrapping me in sweet seduction. So who is righthow doContinue reading “conflicting storms”
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