believe me, in my fantasies I'm running my hand through your golden blonde hair, softly caresseing your cheek, holding you closely by the waist and worshiping every inch of you before we snuggle close together for a very happy and fufilled nights sleep
otherwise you are as fine as a piece of art. I'm delightfully captivated, enjoying every inch of the beauty I can see, sweating on every movement from the way you sway to the music to your big beautiful eyes, that despite their small size, I find myself lost in time after time. and I don't want to come out of the trance your beuaty has me in as to look away could see me miss a moment of pure glamorous artistry too good to not admire