By: Linad M Crate the softness of silken petals against my lips, and the warmth of your hands against my own; these are things that i still crave even when i know they cannot be mine— these memories i wish…
By: Linad M Crate the softness of silken petals against my lips, and the warmth of your hands against my own; these are things that i still crave even when i know they cannot be mine— these memories i wish…