Zafiro Grace


Her lips stained with bitterness tenderly caresses mine every morning
That's her way of greeting me, 'Good Morning'.
Some days she's light, with the after taste of blueberries and lemon in every step that she takes towards me.

She is my epitome of beauty, a cup filled with guilty sorrys but arms stretched out for more, she makes me feel like I'm worthy for some more. I could always use some more.

My best mornings are woken up by her full body pressed against the back of my spine, that sm

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