silence thrives as
we slip these moments.
time,
another prop
in our play.
the untold future,
written ‘cross the sky.
one word
could spark desire.
another
could fill this void
but only your touch,
will set us free.
silence thrives as
we slip these moments.
time,
another prop
in our play.
the untold future,
written ‘cross the sky.
one word
could spark desire.
another
could fill this void
but only your touch,
will set us free.