In a crowded room, I find myself drawn to the quiet spark in your eyes. It鈥檚 like there鈥檚 a secret dance between us, unseen yet magnetic. Every stolen glance lingers longer than it should, and I wonder if you feel it too. Soft skin, dirty thoughts, that's me
In a crowded room, I find myself drawn to the quiet spark in your eyes. It鈥檚 like there鈥檚 a secret dance between us, unseen yet magnetic. Every stolen glance lingers longer than it should, and I wonder if you feel it too. 馃寣鉁⊿oft skin, dirty thoughts, that's me
