adarkstranger: I can feel you washing over me every movement every sound like the morning suns warm embrace silently washing over me overwhelming my senses ~Dark Stranger …

adarkstranger: I can feel you washing over me every movement every sound like the morning suns warm embrace silently washing over me overwhelming my senses ~Dark Stranger …

Bastetde:

Her-Gift-His-Honor

Her-Gift-His-Honor

Rosenroll:

Her-Gift-His-Honor:

Sjcavenaugh:“Some Nights I Lay Awake In Bed And Dream Of Your Sweet Kiss. Other Nights, I Fall Asleep And Dream Of Making Love To You As You Softly Whisper My Name.”-Sjc

Henriquejorgegentleman:

Her-Gift-His-Honor

Words-And-Coffee: “…A Lonely Evening Smelling Of Books,” — Pentti Saarikoski, Tr. By Herbert Lomas, From Contemporary Finnish Poetry: “What’s Going On Really,” (Via Violentwavesofemotion)

Only1920S-1960Sgifs:by The Light Of The Silvery Moon - 1931

Baby-Faced-Blonde:goodnight World&Amp;Hellip;

Arnold-Ziffel:night Calls&Amp;Hellip; Time To Dream&Amp;Hellip;

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