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PUERTO RICAN 🇵🇷🩺 z᥆mᑲіᥱ ᥣ᥆᥎ᥱr▫️mᥡ mіᥒძ іs mᥡ grᥱᥲ𝗍ᥱs𝗍 ᥕᥱᥲ⍴᥆ᥒ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍s ᥕһᥲ𝗍 mᥲkᥱs mᥱ s᥆ ᥱᥣᥙsі᥎ᥱ ▫️ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ 📚📝
She is magnificently unpredictable a charming chaos loving her is a journey between the sweet, erotic, passionate and darkness you never know what to expect every moment with her is like a whirlwind of emotions a roller mountain of sensations her laugh envelops you, her gaze…
The way her breath hitched when his fingertips trace the line of her spine like he's writing poems down her back in a language only they understood and she shivered not from cold but from being seen ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
She won't apologize for her feelings that she keeps deep within as she sees him making his way to her staring right into her soul like he knew exactly what she needed slow insertions into her soul with his words ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
She is his undoing not in a tragic poetic way In the way his fingers memorize her skin without trying In the way he loses time when they're laughing In the way he wants to give her everything, even the parts of him no one else gets to touch ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
A coffee that never cools that burns like nostalgia at the corner of your lips a coffee that calls to you from the slow curve of her navel, like a warm map drawn with sighs ☕️ ⋆°•☁︎
I stay up late with insomnia and an overthinking mind that loves to be too active the darker and later it gets sleepless nights ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
They warned him not to fall for her that a girl like her could never be tamed but he didn’t fall he dove headfirst willingly because even drowning in her felt safer than breathing without her ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
I can't stop overthinking eyes heavy body exhausted mind restless ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
The way she loves doesn't fit in this era ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
She taste like rebellion dressed in black calla lilies there’s a sweetness to her kiss but underneath there’s fire every time he touches her he's reminded that she's both the storm and the calm the woman who was taught to be quiet but was born to burn…
When she smiled at him with those dark brown eyes like spring wrapped in thunder he knew he'd die for her but it was the way she said his name soft, unsure like it might burn her lips that made him want to live for her over and over again ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
Because she is not a moment she's a season she's the warmth that makes winter bearable the laughter that makes solitude poetic and the soft, slow ache of knowing that some people were made to be loved in every version of time ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
Her skin is pale as devotion soft as candle smoke on marble her hair spilled like ink from the throat of a quill the kind that stains prayers regrets and unfinished endings she is every holy thing he has only ever found in the dark ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
She's like forbidden fruit all soft lips and sharp edges one would think he'd want her just because she's beautiful but it’s so much worse than that he wants her because she challenge everything he thought he knew about himself she makes him human and that’s terrifying…
In her he felt like a dream a labyrinth of silent screams he is a corridors of bolted doors haunting her all the things that no one sees the darkness that calls out to her bulletproof locks she's not afraid of pandora's box ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
Please wait a moment I haven't decided yet if it's sweet or bitter the only thing I know is that I want it very hot my coffee ☕️ ⋆°•☁︎
The night slips through my fingers so does time and the sand in the hourglass another sleepless night ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
In every verse she writes of him she could write of him for eternity but she craves him more than words can decree ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
She yearns to see herself through his eyes to know how beautiful she is in his heart ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆