Feb 14
In moonlit dreams, Ann's beauty unfolds, a cascade of ethereal grace.
Silken tides of her presence pull me into the depths, where every glance becomes an ocean, and each smile, a sunken treasure.
As I drown in the sea of her allure,
breathless whispers of admiration linger,
lost in the current of her enchantment.
Silken tides of her presence pull me into the depths, where every glance becomes an ocean, and each smile, a sunken treasure.
As I drown in the sea of her allure,
breathless whispers of admiration linger,
lost in the current of her enchantment.
Im breathless Choking on my unspoken love for her. Iām gasping, clawing for any indication of reciprocating love
