

5/100 photos of Ariana Grande
Your thighs are thistles, and hot-house grapes. You breathe your sweet breath and have me wait.
In the dark you tell me of a flower, that only blooms in the violet hour (8)
You love all sailors, but hate the beach. You say “Come touch me”. But you’re always out of reach
In the dark you tell me of a flower, that only blooms in the violet hour (8)