Laura GráJan 12, 20201 min readThe LoverUpdated: Jan 13, 2020 She breathes the sunsets through the eyes of nightAnd put the seeds of discontent on naughty sheets.Alluring them with wine whispers into a deceiving flight,Nourished by burning kisses and caressing body fleets.
She breathes the sunsets through the eyes of nightAnd put the seeds of discontent on naughty sheets.Alluring them with wine whispers into a deceiving flight,Nourished by burning kisses and caressing body fleets.
My darklingAs I wandering into my soul, A burning sigh grows in the deep For all my pains, I'll take a bow Thus, they are mine, even if.. bleak. In dreams of night, the day will rise In many shades of fading ach