My mind was flooded by memories of you
My body washed over by a tsunami of truth,
That your touch and your tender kisses
Long gone now of which I now rue,
I still crave your scent and body on me
I hope that’s not to vulgar or to rude,
But I still love you baby.
Dream. Explore. Discover.
Luis Santiago Calle Quirós
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Blog poetycki Tomasza Kuciny
旅行記、ゴルフ、ドローン映像など自由気ままな内容/Travel, Golf, Drone etc.
WRITER/POET/ACTIVIST
We live in a society filled with a mixture of emotions. The way we get to handle these emotions, defines our character.
You can lead your generation
AbolitionSuperstition
Fotografias e palavras percorrem o mundo de mãos dadas.
A deep dive into various lives.
Her side hustle is dubious at best. But she's in love.
Where is the line between creative contemplation and riling rumination?
Dream. Explore. Discover.
Luis Santiago Calle Quirós
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Blog poetycki Tomasza Kuciny
旅行記、ゴルフ、ドローン映像など自由気ままな内容/Travel, Golf, Drone etc.
WRITER/POET/ACTIVIST
We live in a society filled with a mixture of emotions. The way we get to handle these emotions, defines our character.
You can lead your generation
AbolitionSuperstition
Fotografias e palavras percorrem o mundo de mãos dadas.
A deep dive into various lives.
Her side hustle is dubious at best. But she's in love.
Where is the line between creative contemplation and riling rumination?
