I yield. No dress shall grace my form unless you change your mind. But your appeal is unchanged and undimmed regardless of your attire.
[and so close, it is impossible to resist kissing him now, his eyes closing. every time they kiss, he wants to do nothing else ever - such is his heart.]
no subject
I yield. No dress shall grace my form unless you change your mind. But your appeal is unchanged and undimmed regardless of your attire.
[and so close, it is impossible to resist kissing him now, his eyes closing. every time they kiss, he wants to do nothing else ever - such is his heart.]