⠀⠀⠀⠀
(...| Quoth me...) Tonight you must plow me a respite between the moonflowers, mock orange, night phlox, and Epiphyllum Oxypetalum. You must open me to the summer night like cereus. You must pick my perversions like petals, allow them for one night to bloom, frangipani wafting, a concupiscent wind humming at my door.

“The quest to achieve destiny, a true friend who is a true companion. By providing appropriate and useful effects.”

I’ve surrendered to your heady sweat of primrose, plumeria, addicted to your outstretched arms of night-blooming jasmine, my heliotrope buds hard and wanting, reeking of Madagascar vanilla with it’s accompanying moral ambiguity.

Here, send me your love response: @HauuntedBot.
⠀⠀⠀⠀