Enchanting Moments Matter Always

Touch me where it counts. Allow me to feel the twinkle of stars through your fingertips. Show me the freedom of free falling when our lips meet. Leave me in a daze in a crowded room. Thoughts of being in your ocean can do just that. Yet, somehow, I don’t mind being lost at sea. Thank you for every moment of bliss. I’m grateful to your curves that can bend reality.

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