Self Love
Once when I was running,
from all that haunted me;
to the dark I was succumbing—
to what hurt unbearably.
Searching for the one thing,
that would set my sad soul free.
In time I stumbled upon it,
an inner calm and peace;
and now I am beginning,
to see and to believe,
in who I am becoming—
and all I've yet to be.
— Lang Leav
YOU ARE READING
Paint Me, Professor - The Sequel | Student-Professor Erotic Novel | 18+
RomanceSEQUEL TO "PAINT ME, PROFESSOR" | 18+ "You think I'm going to treat you differently now that you're my wife?" Chris asked, circling Ali. She wiggled her tied wrists to free herself, but she knew her efforts were futile. The blindfold wasn't helping...
