In a crowded room, I find myself drawn to the quiet spark in your eyes. It’s like there’s 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’s like there’s 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
