apropos of nothing
December 15, 2005
To build castles in Spain
He does not love me. Nor I him.
But the way he holds me when I come, lips pressed against my temple, makes me wonder what it would feel like if he did.
Posted by sasha
| Comments (0)
He does not love me. Nor I him.
But the way he holds me when I come, lips pressed against my temple, makes me wonder what it would feel like if he did.
Posted by sasha
| Comments (0)