The first time that she spoke to me her voice sounded soft
as soft as feathers.
The first time that she laced her delicate fingers through mine I felt content
I never wanted to let go.
"Her love was like alcohol, and I adored being intoxicated" More
The first time that she spoke to me her voice sounded soft
as soft as feathers.
The first time that she laced her delicate fingers through mine I felt content
I never wanted to let go.