Before it’s to late, I want to love again. Sweet kisses and long hugs call to me. I lay in bed wondering if and when I will feel arms wrapped around me again. I’m too young to be swallowed by death. Yet time travels without care and I can’t slow it down. I touch my nipples and I feel something. Yes, that sensation is so familiar. As I brace for what is to come I look onward to new adventures. Then I run to the next phase of life with legs open and pussy pulsing. I’m still here.
-Love
Livia Flair
Livia Flair 