December

See, I refuse to lead a bitter life,
Frozen in the ugliness of a burning home,
Haunted by the sight of a broken home,
Trapped in the wreckage of two broken hearts.

EMPRESS.

Of all the things that could have happened,

Every element in the universe combined and colluded,

To give you,

Life.

Part Two : Red Evening Sun.

She never had to feel insecure. He thought she looked beautiful and impeccably perfect in her most natural state. He thought her resplendent, like the red evening sun, with how the light, golden stripes spread out on her waist, tracing profusely onto the sides of her well-built thighs and into her beautiful ass.

Rose Gold

※ F I R E ※ 🔥 She is A fire That cannot be contained Fanned by her desire Her will to live And weave Her own story Walk Her own path Her journey. ※ A U T H O R ※ 📝 See Her story will be told Both to the young and old... Continue Reading →

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