A car whips down the road, whirring, wind flying through your auburn locks. It's just cool enough to not be summer but not quite autumn, seasons suspended. You look at me and your eyes are brimming with love. I see the...
A car whips down the road, whirring, wind flying through your auburn locks. It's just cool enough to not be summer but not quite autumn, seasons suspended. You look at me and your eyes are brimming with love. I see the...