Mirabai

All I Was Doing Was Breathing

All I Was Doing Was Breathing

All I Was Doing Was Breathing Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes. There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body. All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house. His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side, smi... »