The moonlight can barely guide us. Despite the lack of illumination we find each other’s bodies instantly. I’ve memorized you perfectly, I trace your curves with my index finger.
photo / Lance Trussell
writing / Kendall Hill
The moonlight can barely guide us. Despite the lack of illumination we find each other’s bodies instantly. I’ve memorized you perfectly, I trace your curves with my index finger.
photo / Lance Trussell
writing / Kendall Hill
