College Lust

A new type of freedom

Exploring whoever and whatever

Skin kissed by the sun and lips that curl from the rays

Future wasn’t a word we used too often

If at all

We’re royalty no need to think about success

Flowers thrown to the ground while you walk

Flowers die

Lust never lasts

It was a moment

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