I’ve bathed in the light of a brilliant moon

I’ve forgiven my shadow for running off with a spoon

I never throw out flowers prematurely



Dying roses contain the most beauty

Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
I’ve bathed in the light of a brilliant moon
I’ve forgiven my shadow for running off with a spoon
I never throw out flowers prematurely
Dying roses contain the most beauty