The full moon is calling, the fever is high And the wicked wind whispers and moans You got your demons and you got desires Well, I got a few of my own click pic for full view
🔥"A slow shameless curve— a line drawn patiently. Shoulder sloping into the scandal of her breast, spilling into the hollow of her waist. Hips flared sudden and proud, a crescent moon rising from shadow. She stands and ruins me with nothing but sil
🔥"She leans against the doorframe like sin learning patience, half in shadow, half in spill of amber light. Her silhouette a slow cursive signature written in smoke, lips parted just enough to let a promise escape..." ~HardLove 📍click pic for ful
