Podkke
@poksk
The tide swaggered in, hips slamming sand, foam frothing like spit. And I laughed, thinking: desire isn’t tender—it’s tidal, it chews, it claws, it drenches every shore it loves until even stones forget their shape.
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pasivelnge
@pasivelnge
This caption hums like dusk purring in a cave of fog.
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