Bound in light, thrashing stilled by necessity. I see you, towering over me, expression rapt, the heat of your gaze melts me [f]aster than the flames to wax. I am melting, molten.
Messy hair but am I still beautiful to your eyes? Please let me know cause I'm deciding if I will cut my hair tomorrow. Thanks for the respond βοΈβΊοΈ (f) Coldevening β₯οΈβοΈ