I fly away with you. You are here and I am ready. The birds, the bees, the oaks and the bottlebrush beckon me to come. I have felt you, seen your thighs and elbows. Why don’t we always dress shiny.
I fly away with you. You are here and I am ready. The birds, the bees, the oaks and the bottlebrush beckon me to come. I have felt you, seen your thighs and elbows. Why don’t we always dress shiny.
