Posts tagged nature

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N eeded

A ttraction

T orrid

U nique

R aptured

E xotic

He was the lightening that flashed in my sky,

And the thunder that rumbled in my spirit,

He was the flowers that bloomed in my garden,

And the soil that I rooted myself in,

But he was also the rain that fell from my eyes.

Sigh. So what? Brendan moved your f’ing loins. You pine for him and masturbate to him. Who f’ing cares?

Early morning stroll -
the scent of rain permeates.
Earthy, delightful.