Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips a sweet surprise. Her hands are never cold, she’s got Bette Davis eyes.
To experience the pot of gold at the end of our rainbow, i’ll happily weather whatever storm comes at us, with you by my side.
Keep being amazing. Keep setting the pace for us. I just want you to know that all of you, inspire me.
Slow Hands
When the evening shadows and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love.
Vacation Mood: ON
Doing What You Like, Is Freedom – Liking What You Do, Is Happiness
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