愛嬌
a land of distorted utopias and false paramours n a fervour of lust is what contorts you / a mixture of sanguine and tangerine dreams / perhaps with a sprinkle of azure nightmares / my love, you are truly a twist of argent upon my dainty fingers / a sphere of silver illusions i call my own / a piece of jewellery adorning my flushing epidermis so prettily / you are truly gorgeous /
so pulchritudinous i sometimes / fear being besides you / swirls of doubt and noir vulnerability crawl up my skin in dulcet incantations /
you don't deserve him.
