In your imagination -- whether in a restful sleep or a stolen daydream, you imagined an ethereal, irresistible girl living next door -- charming, witty, sensual. Flirtation that toed the line between propriety and unashamed cheekiness. Ardent, with black hair and black eyes that promised heady moments in her embrace. Luckily, I'm not a daydream and eager to fulfill your fantasy.
I keep my circle of suitors small and well-treasured. I adore those who can match my intelligence and eloquence, and who are respectful, generous, and maybe just a bit imaginative and quirky. Lets slow the world down a bit and captivate one another. Let us leave, desiring to return to this daydream again and again and again.
