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Peach shaded shirt became the cynosure of my eyes, the crisp linen on his broad chested shoulders rolled up casually into his roque arms, fairly enjoying the cool quotient set by few buttons opened lurched… Read More »Peached

Call of the ocean

Walk to the shores, though your feet may turn sore,the sand is not purethe colour is just a lurestand in the middle, the waves will try to fiddleyet you hold onto stronglylook at the oceanic… Read More »Call of the ocean