The water shines only by the sun. And it is you who are my sun.
The blight gently blew over her like a whistle, soft at first and then gently suffocating her. She wanted to give up by sleeping but she chose to fight.
Because They Finally Came to Peace with The Fact That the World Has Ended Many Times for Them but It Always Begins Again in The Morning.
Let me grab the sheets and surrender to your untamed empire of wild trails and beliefs.The art of seduction is knowing what they really want and slowly giving it to them in a way that takes their breathe away.