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Sophie's whiskers.
Still of me.
Morning to sunset, The sun will come and go, And set on you, to, Think about, How you would, Warm me, when I am cold, And you are alone. If only to know your voice, In between the sweet, The black, The sky, The water, The bitter, And sitting with you. This would mean love, In a way that only, The moon, And the void know. Centuries from now, You will see me, vividly, Unknown to me.
Still reflection.
Loving you is to know, Fog between that space in between, You and me, and, In morning light, your, Still reflection safe in my harbor, Sailing in from night. You return as a lover would, Caring only about the sounds, Love makes, tracing, Soft lines to remember the, Details of me. Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love.
Su Casa.
“As long as I can see you, Know you for a while,” he pleas. You worry… Don’t worry, you’re enough. Just to know all of you, A young, sweet Prince, From the other part, Of an opposite globe. “Meet me at six, by the water.” Agreed. You distract me, Reminding me of someone. He struggled, too, With where, To be held by. The voices in his head. Another story. To walk, to talk,
Summer's symmetry.
Summer’s symmetry, Water sounds in sync to night, Illuminated. Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love. … Visit Archive and About for more content and author details. Visit me at jasminebyemoon on Vero.
Tan lines in b&w.
Té amo, from el gato.
I sit on the bed my human sleeps on… I like to wait, Sit and insist, She, Come to me, to, Hold me, tight, But not too close. It is 10 o’clock. Where is she? One day, I will be a ghost. She will wish I was here, but, I will be on the other side, Flip side of, This world and universe. She will be sad not to pet me anymore,
Tonk love (in cool cat blue).
Tonk nap.
Tonk paws.
When Tootsie walks.
When Tootsie walks, you grin, “She’s your cat.” I look to see. The sway in her tail, Taking her time, Side to side. She is sweet, She es la diabla. She is without a doubt, The finest, En la ciudad. Pero, Ella es dulce como el azúcar, and, (me tienes atado a tu corazón). También, She enjoys the finest music, Fado, jazz, classical. Brunch on the mezzanine. Nothing less, Than a foam firm pad,
When you wake.
I like to watch you, my King, Sleep. It’s when my lips, upper thighs, And throat are most free. Free from your hands, Arms, And legs. Free to imagine, How I’ll be consumed by you next. Next, when you wake, With your sweeter embrace, Shaping the line that’s my side, Grasping firmly, Softly, Molding against me like clay. Your skin, Sienna and copper, Mixed with hints of mint. Leaning back I kiss,