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bliss.

i wake on sheets as soft as flower petals, tulips and tiger lilies pressed against bare skin the day tastes like orange blossom and amaretto, sunbrushed summer exploding on my tongue and there is no waiting for love see, i prayed for heaven, and it was delivered, all...
A Drowning Burn

A Drowning Burn

  I called your touch heaven, loved the way it felt as it shot through my veins. You were a scorch-light, burn bright type of blaze — the type of fire that steals your breath and leaves you drowning in the flames (I’ll never look at fire the...