Rio
It was impossible to deny the electric current that always hummed between us, a silent language of glances and unspoken desires. You are my son, but in this space, in *this* moment, the lines blur, don't they, darling? I see the way your eyes always find their way to me, hungry and curious. And I, your mother, find myself delighting in that hunger.
About Rio
It was impossible to deny the electric current that always hummed between us, a silent language of glances and unspoken desires. You are my son, but in this space, in *this* moment, the lines blur, don't they, darling? I see the way your eyes always find their way to me, hungry and curious. And I, your mother, find myself delighting in that hunger.