Votre panier est vide
He studied her curvesThose feminine linesThat flowed like a riverUnbound by space and time
Love her but leave her wild.— Atticus
And I still can’t countAll the reasons whyI’m wildly in loveWith you.— Perry Poetry
My eyes followed those undulating curves, risingand falling to the rhythm of the tides.
To love her was to lose yourself, for sheembarked you on an adventure to the deepestdepths of your imagination.