A bouquet of peaceful flowers, Promising hope, peace, and smile. The pure primary, The bright smile on our mild and innocent faces, Before the smudges of growing up cloud it with tears and fears.
This is not smut and this isn't a love story. This is romance stripped of their clothing with a sexual and intimate retelling which comes with a warning that you might be seduced into having arousing yearnings for fleshy pleasures and possible orgasms. Imagine poetry being sultry, refined and polished to draw out longing. Imagine experiencing words that are mentally caressing, spreading and stroking your desire to lose yourself to the sensations building from down up and...actually, do not imagine. Just go ahead and read Kowati's Diary
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