I'm ovulating. Firm quick pressing of lips- leave me between heart and primal majesty demanding longer pressings. I wonder if the rise and fall of breath looks like tidal approach when I feel the crest swell.
Poetry, Words, and Ruminations
I'm ovulating. Firm quick pressing of lips- leave me between heart and primal majesty demanding longer pressings. I wonder if the rise and fall of breath looks like tidal approach when I feel the crest swell.