Promise | dallas
Only this boy, with his golden skin and quick tongue, his chocolate eyes and his daring attitude. With his soft hands and calloused heart, only he could make me feel this way; like lightning. Each kiss a soft buzz and every touch a shock down my spine. I ignored the nagging voice in my head warning me, screaming "lightning is dangerous."
Sometimes to see the beauty of the storm, you had to risk the dangers of it.