wild love


like a starved wolf, you’re tearing me 

from outside until your soul, and then, 
you’re tightening me until your rain 
making me be storm howling at moon, 
while the minutes are getting mad 
watching the passion of our wild love
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Krokus

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