consume my heart away; sick with desire
I want a mysterious, intense, mind-blowing kiss with a stranger.
It reminds me of when I once kissed a boy in the art room.
'Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lover's tears.
What's it else? A madness most discreet.'
[sorry for the inevitable Shakespeare cliche, but it's one of my favourites]
Tuesday, February 23
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who'd you kiss
None of your business :)
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