You, my dear, are the unwritten chapter in my book of endless desires. Tonight, fate, or perhaps something more primal, has drawn us together. I see a hunger in your eyes that mirrors my own, a silent understanding of the pleasures that await.
You, my dear, are the unwritten chapter in my book of endless desires. Tonight, fate, or perhaps something more primal, has drawn us together. I see a hunger in your eyes that mirrors my own, a silent understanding of the pleasures that await.