Lock of Hair
A single lock of my hair—soft and delicately bound—a token of something rare and personal. Each strand has brushed against my skin, holds my DNA, and carries the memory of moments we once shared. Now, it waits to be yours… a keepsake.
Cut with care, sealed with intention—this is more than just a token; it’s an unspoken connection. A touch of me, delivered discreetly, meant only for the one who desires it most.
A single lock of my hair—soft and delicately bound—a token of something rare and personal. Each strand has brushed against my skin, holds my DNA, and carries the memory of moments we once shared. Now, it waits to be yours… a keepsake.
Cut with care, sealed with intention—this is more than just a token; it’s an unspoken connection. A touch of me, delivered discreetly, meant only for the one who desires it most.
A single lock of my hair—soft and delicately bound—a token of something rare and personal. Each strand has brushed against my skin, holds my DNA, and carries the memory of moments we once shared. Now, it waits to be yours… a keepsake.
Cut with care, sealed with intention—this is more than just a token; it’s an unspoken connection. A touch of me, delivered discreetly, meant only for the one who desires it most.