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Whiskey in a Teacup
Whiskey in a Teacup
She walks with grace, her steps a gentle rain,
A whisper in the wind, yet a storm contained.
Her presence feels like fine whiskey's warm embrace,
The kind of beauty that disrupts the world's pace.
Her aura pulls, like a magnet of soul,
An invitation to lose all control.
Eyes like honey, with a dangerous glow,
Her warmth is ...
Wednesday 23rd October 2024 2:20 am
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