Soleilfair
A woman and a knife: The blade glistens ever sharply in the rain that is pouring from heaven. Her black hair sticks smartly to the sides of a sharp face, she trace you gaze over a smart mouth with red her lips.
A woman and a knife: The blade glistens ever sharply in the rain that is pouring from heaven. Her black hair sticks smartly to the sides of a sharp face, she trace you gaze over a smart mouth with red her lips.
