I adore. Back of necks. Beautifully shaven. Gives me,. Always, always, always, always, always, always,. Bjork. A pretty rush down my spine. All those boys. With fascinating fingers. Working creating.
Wishing for a summer without rain. Seeing is believing for ourselves. Breathing as we're sinking to the sand But I will wait for her arms. Then I can reach for the stars. I will wait for her love,