Playing with words and eroticism
I love this - it feels like a ritual undoing itself, every sensation stretching into comfort, without a single scene remaining familiar to us.
This is really pretty! Hushed velichor… I love that. I could smell the scene you painted for us!
Thanks, Tianna!
You’re welcome! J’adore!
Rithu, the scent of rain, the smell of old books, and the warm glow of the fire stayed in my heart for a while. 😇
I love this - it feels like a ritual undoing itself, every sensation stretching into comfort, without a single scene remaining familiar to us.
This is really pretty! Hushed velichor… I love that. I could smell the scene you painted for us!
Thanks, Tianna!
You’re welcome! J’adore!
Rithu, the scent of rain, the smell of old books, and the warm glow of the fire stayed in my heart for a while. 😇