Sapphic Figments

by Botched Lobotomy

21.

as we whisper luxuriantly
deep within the folds of moonlight
I am enchanted by your tiny breaths;
small high noises, you steal my laughter with I know not what;
you treasure it in a secret place;
I do not mind being under your spell

Comments

[Bicyclette]

augh i adore this. "tiny breaths", "small high noises", this is my everything.