9 o’clock On the other side of the tree, she whispered simple wants: to be inside his skin, to linger on a summer morning, and for sun to wash them away. Advertisements Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
