There’s something about quiet laughter that feels like a secret shared under dim lights. I find myself drawn to the way your words linger in the air, filling the space with an unspoken tension. Just a fleeting glance feels like it holds a thousand untold stories. Who needs perfection when there's beauty in the beautifully flawed? Not naked, just dangerous 
		
	There’s something about quiet laughter that feels like a secret shared under dim lights. I find myself drawn to the way your words linger in the air, filling the space with an unspoken tension. Just a fleeting glance feels like it holds a thousand untold stories. Who needs perfection when there's beauty in the beautifully flawed? 💫🖤✨Not naked, just dangerous 🖤
 
 
 
 
																											 
																										
																											 
																																				