What is it about his reckless speed that spurs my feet. is it his callous fist, firm but tender? I will forever wonder upon that one that came in a storm with cupid’s bow threatening to quail all in his…
What is it about his reckless speed that spurs my feet. is it his callous fist, firm but tender? I will forever wonder upon that one that came in a storm with cupid’s bow threatening to quail all in his…