Sometimes I catch myself smiling at random thoughts of you, like you’ve woven a little magic into my day. It’s funny how a glance can linger in the air, almost like a quiet promise of something more. Curves like mine don’t just walk by… they stop traffic.
Sometimes I catch myself smiling at random thoughts of you, like you’ve woven a little magic into my day. It’s funny how a glance can linger in the air, almost like a quiet promise of something more. 🌌✨Curves like mine don’t just walk by… they stop traffic.
