massahiro123
Moon on the Blade Your eyes, blooming roses, Call me like a river to the current. Wet petal skin, Sweet storm, sweet surprise. On your fingers, traces of play, But in your mouth, a taste of sin. Between laughter, a border— Where the game turns into silent fire. Ah, little beast in disguise, That dominates without asking permission... In the most delicate dance, You burn like a sun in my belief.