he touches on my ampulla
like a antenna being touched to its tip on a bee
has its own satellite
orbit system.
forcefield felt with static infrequency
we intervene
we collide
we just love.
we are making honey and drink milk
hene the power of two words
drunk like alcohol
intoxicate my senses.
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Author:
preeti (
Offline) - Published: December 1st, 2021 15:57
- Category: Love
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Comments1
omg u did rlly good with the inspo this gives major rupi kaur vibes.
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