Her Lullaby MENNA DELVA her fragrance ripples through the air our kiss softly lingers on my lips tiny pieces of her within me, encroaching upon my dreams benevolently burning pinholes into my skin upon midnight’s gentle breeze, her silhouette pauses in the wind her voice whispering in silk-hushed a voiceless lullaby enrapturing the vacancy of my heart she—a paragon of ethereality waiting in the quietness of the stars trapped in the luminous prison within herself she jades! for her, my limerence blossoms! i write to her but she hasn’t read a word
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