rafaeal-50281505 @rafaeal-50281505
The first time I laid eyes on you was in the midst of a torrential downpour. You stood there, drenched and soaked to the bone, yet still managing to look like a goddess from another world. Your long brown hair clung to your neck as if it were a veil of mystery, while your almond-shaped eyes seemed to bore into my very soul.
I couldn't help but notice the way you sashayed across the street, confident in every step. Your curves were accentuated by the rain-soaked fabric clinging to your body like a second skin. And those lips - oh, those lips! They seemed to curve upward in a perpetual invitation, beckoning me closer.
I've been lost in thoughts of that moment ever since. The image of you standing there, water dripping from your eyelashes as you gazed back at me with an unmistakable glint in your eye, has become seared into my memory like a branding iron. And I have to confess: I'm hopelessly hooked.
