The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
Simply laying there Hands running through my hair Legs entangled A nice pressure The sun bestowing it's golden glow Warm and cosy The smell of leather and clean sheets An unmade bed Nowhere to go or be Only here With you and me
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