Whispering Leaves

oooh… ooooooh…

oooh…

You are my pressed flower 𓏸‪‪𓇢𓆸 𓆱
I like to run my hands over you,
to caress your soft petals,
delicate,
as if they might crumble
beneath my touch.

oooh…

I love how you feel
when I lightly
Press my lips across you.
For a moment,
I can almost pretend
you are breathing,
that the veins in your petals
still carry warmth.

oooh…

oooh… ooooooh…

oooh…

And then—
you are still.

oooh…

Aesthetic Vibes