Naked body in water,
the umbrella gleams like a secret in hand.
Drops dance boldly on skin,
the river leans close, craving more.
Each frame—a whisper of flesh and wave,
a drop unafraid to touch.
7:22 pm. In the morning nothing has changed. I couldn't write!!! Now, suddenly the coin falls. And I write comments on the only set that is still here and didn't moved to Archie.
7:04 pm. MY BIGGEST, ONLY LOVE. I ASKED YOU, NOT TO WRITE AT NIGHT. I tried at night, when mw slept, quietly, I opened this page... But COULDN'T WRITE!!! AS NOW
Wet river
Posted by: Oriola
Naked body in water,
the umbrella gleams like a secret in hand.
Drops dance boldly on skin,
the river leans close, craving more.
Each frame—a whisper of flesh and wave,
a drop unafraid to touch.