In a crowded room, my thoughts often drift to the quiet details鈥攖he way your laugh lingers in the air and how your eyes seem to hold stories waiting to be told. It鈥檚 those little moments that bring a smile to my face. Will you undress me
In a crowded room, my thoughts often drift to the quiet details鈥攖he way your laugh lingers in the air and how your eyes seem to hold stories waiting to be told. It鈥檚 those little moments that bring a smile to my face. 馃寣鉁╓ill you undress me
