captured by his gaze
words caught in the throat
what to make of it
she doesn't really know
but it's tempting and reaching
circling all around
like wolves waiting for their meal
tantalizing and breathtaking
sirens on the sea
luring with sweet promises
he knows that he cannot keep
and still she draws nearer and closer
right into his waiting grasp
he will ensnare her
because she has already lost.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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