You feel luxurious. My pen glides across your pages like a swan on a lake. My pen swirls and turns, loops and swerves until my hand suddenly drops. Hazily, I realize that my lake cloud has taken the shape of a piece of paper once again.
You feel luxurious. My pen glides across your pages like a swan on a lake. My pen swirls and turns, loops and swerves until my hand suddenly drops. Hazily, I realize that my lake cloud has taken the shape of a piece of paper once again.
