Your tears are beginning to moisten the mosques rug yet it feels impossible to lift your head whilst bowing to the most Merciful & Gracious. Tears of shame flow, and shortness of breath occurs with each ayah’ your trembling lips recite…Realizing, the events you pursued prior to this moment of repentance, will linger…forever.
Love your blog !!!!!
omgosh. my first real comment. thank you! thank you! you are lovely! mmmmmwah.
i don’t think brown eyes get enough love it’s always those blue and hazel fuckers that get the praise and attention. you’re too afraid to look me in the eyes and face the chocolate-y abyss.