Letters to My Romanian Gray Wolf
A Storm Within Roman Dacia
Description:... The rise of her is the fall of you. The kingdom of this girl is your ring of fire, your raging desire. This girl, this beautiful and gorgeous girl has the power to stop our hearts with one look into her eyes. Those deep dark eyes, within those eyes I can see my beginning and end. I can see her seeing me. This girl, this girl has stopped my heart, frozen in her storm. Her eyes are relentless, relentlessly pulling you into her storm. The storm raging in her is seen trough her eyes. The wind twirling around us all is her moving toward you. The rain falling on us all is your heart melting for her.
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