In a crowded room, your laughter feels like a quiet secret only I can hear. It’s the kind of sound that draws me in, like the first light of dawn breaking through a long night. Sometimes I wonder if you notice the way the world seems to pause when you smile. How many licks can you give my juicy rice cake?
In a crowded room, your laughter feels like a quiet secret only I can hear. It’s the kind of sound that draws me in, like the first light of dawn breaking through a long night. Sometimes I wonder if you notice the way the world seems to pause when you smile. ☀️✨How many licks can you give my juicy rice cake?
