She made me fall for her red
and love my grayest bed even more.
In the quiet hours of night,
Her laughter dances in the light,
Her sweetness fills the air,
These are moments I do not wanna share.
Gentle smiles and soft giggles,
little whispers, and fragrant hair,
her tender lips with fancy slow breaths.
So rare and so fair
I am ****** lost, and confused.
Wrapped by her glow—
//I don't want you to go//
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 6:34 AM UTC
She made me fall for her red
and love my grayest bed even more.
In the quiet hours of night,
Her laughter dances in the light,
Her sweetness fills the air,
These are moments I do not wanna share.
Gentle smiles and soft giggles,
little whispers, and fragrant hair,
her tender lips with fancy slow breaths.
So rare and so fair
I am ****** lost, and confused.
Wrapped by her glow—
//I don't want you to go//
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