glassbutterly

I don't know who you are I barely glanced at the picture before darting away to another page but your eyes hypnotize me your hair is the brightest fire ever lit dancing across your head and shoulders you play with it in your fingers without risk of being burnt you must burn brighter than the sun to escape the heat of that beautiful hair I don't know you, I probably would not like you in the comments, it has a link to a facebook page that link feeds my disgust at the person you must be but I focus instead on your beauty feeling voyeuristic and twisted I marvel at this person I do not know who has captured me with her flames I