She was the sea and the moon
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
It’s not just that the morning air was crisp and cool, and the sun just beginning to beam and shine in the early hours. It was the way the w...
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