Daddy energy.
Hard kinks but
I’ll hold your
hand.
whispers softly play
peony blooms her silken grace
fragrant dances
carried by the breeze
speaks of dawn upon her face
whispers softly play
peony blooms her silken grace
fragrant dances
carried by the breeze
speaks of dawn upon her face
tucked behind careful eyes.
Every thought feels like a risk,
every feeling, something to apologize for.
She does not yet know
that some lights require patience
that what is fragile is not weak,
only waiting for a voice kind enough
to invite it into the open.
tucked behind careful eyes.
Every thought feels like a risk,
every feeling, something to apologize for.
She does not yet know
that some lights require patience
that what is fragile is not weak,
only waiting for a voice kind enough
to invite it into the open.