By almadepoeta on Skatehive
─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ─── ✦ *𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 ✦ In a corner of the table, there it is, solitary, simple, yet perfect. It rests on the porcelain, which, though inexpensive, is no less exquisite, it rests in the vessel that fills immensity. There it is, captive to desire, to the passion of morning, but also captive to the routine of coming and going without ever arriving. Hot, almost burning, scorching lips and burning moments. Sighs of toasted aromas mingled with the sweet nectar of last spring. There it is, wretched in sighs, immensely rich in kisses with the tips of lips. Stolen kisses and forbidden kisses of the mysteries of dawns. Kisses that sometimes say this will be the last time, this will be the last kiss, but the following morning it returns in the ritual. It passed through the filter of people and fears, another of plants and light. There she is, and from her rises smoke and sparks, sparks and smoke. I just watch her from afar, watch her like a lover watches a married