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yearning for solitude
I yearn for a sanctuary I can claim as mine, A snug abode where solitude will intertwine. To unlock my own doors and embrace liberty, Unleash my playlist, music resounding free.
I crave a dwelling, uniquely mine alone, A cozy haven, where I can peacefully condone. To cook and bake, embracing culinary slips, Unjudged for my blunders, as independence grips. Pancakes and eggs, breakfast on my regal bed, A captivating book, igniting thoughts in my head. The aroma of coffee, a cherished morning hook, Relishing it all in my breakfast nook.
Within my sanctuary, a crystal chandelier gleams, Casting enchanting halos, as awe it redeems. Sipping cheap wine from an exquisite glass, Filling it to the brim on a tranquil Sunday, surpass. Netflix and chill on my plush, overstuffed couch, Then onto the carpet, where clouds gently slouch. Nestling my head on pillows, finding serene rest, As if the very floor transforms into my bed's zest.
A place to call my own, away from prying eyes, Engaging in intimacy, where love softly sighs. Indulging in weed, relishing ice cream's sweet streams, Concocting dreams, bathed in tranquility's gleams. A glass-encased shower, a bathtub's bubbling grace, Exuding elegance, style, and charm in this space.
In my sanctuary, every moment I savor, Witnessing raindrops as they gently quaver. Lit scented candles, cuddling by the windowpane, Rain slipping down, forming puddles like a waltzing train. Weekend slumbers extending with leisure's embrace, Welcoming kin and friends, laughter and food in place.
A place to call my own, where freedom thrives, A closet adorned with glitter, sparkling lives. Strolling in heels and panties, my castle's queen, Living a fairytale until the next chapter convenes. For now, I long for the comfort of solitude's reign, Embracing the single life, till new chapters attain.
I crave a dwelling, uniquely mine alone, A cozy haven, where I can peacefully condone. To cook and bake, embracing culinary slips, Unjudged for my blunders, as independence grips. Pancakes and eggs, breakfast on my regal bed, A captivating book, igniting thoughts in my head. The aroma of coffee, a cherished morning hook, Relishing it all in my breakfast nook.
Within my sanctuary, a crystal chandelier gleams, Casting enchanting halos, as awe it redeems. Sipping cheap wine from an exquisite glass, Filling it to the brim on a tranquil Sunday, surpass. Netflix and chill on my plush, overstuffed couch, Then onto the carpet, where clouds gently slouch. Nestling my head on pillows, finding serene rest, As if the very floor transforms into my bed's zest.
A place to call my own, away from prying eyes, Engaging in intimacy, where love softly sighs. Indulging in weed, relishing ice cream's sweet streams, Concocting dreams, bathed in tranquility's gleams. A glass-encased shower, a bathtub's bubbling grace, Exuding elegance, style, and charm in this space.
In my sanctuary, every moment I savor, Witnessing raindrops as they gently quaver. Lit scented candles, cuddling by the windowpane, Rain slipping down, forming puddles like a waltzing train. Weekend slumbers extending with leisure's embrace, Welcoming kin and friends, laughter and food in place.
A place to call my own, where freedom thrives, A closet adorned with glitter, sparkling lives. Strolling in heels and panties, my castle's queen, Living a fairytale until the next chapter convenes. For now, I long for the comfort of solitude's reign, Embracing the single life, till new chapters attain.
