xela

She’s the epitome of beauty. She was a lioness laying in the shade of a tree sculptured by the heavens. Mental morphine, sublime erections, and auditory masturbation. The structure of her oceanic kisses washed the windows of my soul, rivers smiled with empty stomachs, mirror lake, she saw strength in me but I was just a reflection of her, a diamond in the rough. Now I was adrift in her current. Lost. Hoping to never be found.