Her eyes
met his.
Gaze locked.
Imagined embrace.
More than skin
touching.
Connection.
Will fate decide?
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
Her eyes
met his.
Gaze locked.
Imagined embrace.
More than skin
touching.
Connection.
Will fate decide?
Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
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