wanderlust/postcard

i am a traveller, and you are my map. i lay you on the table as my eyes gaze upon the wondrous beauty of your body— every curve, every mark, every spot. the places i have been to i mark with an X using my lips and my tongue. my fingers trace the outline of... Continue Reading →

what you are

you are the pre-loved book at a thrift shop that i brought home and finished overnight: your page torn and worn, your scent rustic and dusty, your letters faded, your story mysterious and unchanged— you are perfect to me. you are the feels that comes at three in the morning, the distant, resonating waves of... Continue Reading →

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