I see this guy almost everyday. He’s skinny. Wears blue jeans, a light jacket…kicks on his feet. Sometimes, he has…
The whole world is processing LOSS.
Silky straps on delicate shoulderswait for skilled hands to slip them offSupple skin, freshly washedwaits for luscious lips to greet it
I’m one curve in the sunfrom the top of the world.I assume your namemeans ‘breathless’in some…
Climbing up the last few feet of Snowdon Mountain, almost there