Published today : A Woman Not Of Her Time
I dream of the day I’ll run my fingers through your silken hair, gaze upon said hair spread across the crisp white pillowcase of our marital bed. Gaze into your eyes as I whisper sweet nothings into your delicate ears — words never whispered to another woman, destined only to be heard by you.
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