New moon π€ π π€ (long enough title)
Unveiled, slipping from my black satin sheets, sliding into one of my pretty black dresses. The curve hugging velour one. Fleeing to your dreams, your nightmares, to take you into the comforting darkness, to rest in the clouds. So many stars without the light on the moon. So still and cool. Wrapped in midnight, in each other's arms, pressed closely together. Deprived of everything but our touch and our impulse. No worries of time or space. Within a vastness of stars, our reach always finds each other.
I will touch you until you have risen and fallen into euphoria, then touch you more.
If my unending darkness doesn't frighten you, there is so much to experience in the infinite blackness of my π€
I will touch you until you have risen and fallen into euphoria, then touch you more.
If my unending darkness doesn't frighten you, there is so much to experience in the infinite blackness of my π€