I used to think I belonged to the hours of the owl. My safe place was by the nightstand where I showed myself freely in feline stretch. The bell rang from my wrist calling to my lover to overcome me while whispering every dark secret and indecent desire. Back then, smoky eyes and ripen cherry lips kept begging for more drowning out the safe word.
You carefully brought me out into the sunlight. My sun kissed forehead, freckled cheeks and salt stained lips yearned for life in every breath I took. The ocean bubble wrapped me in total warmth and security. You held me in your arms and the sun held us in its palms.
So beautiful, Cassa. Such graceful writing 💚
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Thank you Ace!
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Trulya wonderful awakening …
“You held me in your arms and the sun held us in its palms.”
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Indeed it was..☀️
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This post is one of clean true love. What grace and abundant allegory in your writing. excellent
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Thank you!
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Well this is very beautiful! (And I’m a badger, myself)
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🙏💚
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Oh my, this really is beautiful Cassa. I feel like my heart needed to read these lovely words today and I can’t even really tell you why. I know that sounds a bit over the top, but the gentleness in this was good for my soul. Thank you for sharing it.
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I am just happy that you fell it’s good fo your soul. Sending you love!
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So much love. The best security. 🙂
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Just waaaaaaaaaaw❤💚
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😊💚
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