Dark skies
gather above
a field
sucked dry
of life
until leaves
are brittle bits
of delicate debris
I stand
and watch
darkening clouds
promising
cold kisses
soon to fall
and breathe in
deep.
I don’t know how cold my kisses might be, but I can promise you warm ones…soon, my love. Just under two weeks left until you’re mine again. GOD I can’t wait.
I don’t know how cold my kisses might be, but I can promise you warm ones…soon, my love. Just under two weeks left until you’re mine again. GOD I can’t wait.
Please take care of you, babyboy
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