segunda-feira, novembro 08, 2010
I could sit endlessly on hours just remembering your mouth, the touch of your lips , and your hand on my waist. I could smile until my cheekbones hurt, with the memories of our laughter, our joy. But above all, I could stare into your eyes, reflexion and origin of a vision, forever, and never feel old, tired or anything but blessed.
Criado por Isménia @ 9:28 da manhã 
