Bathing in Moonlit Love.
The older couples had already claimed the smaller tubs built for two. I imagined this to be their regular date night and a wise way to keep love alive.
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siren
Her Spirit Runs Wild. {poetry}
There is no time to wish upon shooting stars
For he loves me, he loves me not
She plucks each and every petal with no worry of the thorns
She would rather bleed and lick her paw than cower from danger
Her spirit, once shackled, now runs wild
She is feral and untamed