I will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene; I will touch you with my mind. Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which I did not write.
floral back drop.
my future puppy*!! woof woof!
*like after i start prioritizing things over happy hour.
for the record: i’m still searching for a silver sequin long skirt.
i want to be here. le sigh.
on to the next one.
yeah about that.