I told the stars about you
A warm spring breeze caresses you, leaving a trail of pebbled skin running down your arms and legs. You lay in the early morning field watching the stars fade away into golden shades of pink and yellow. A smile plays on your lips and you inhale fresh citrusy air.
A warm spring breeze caresses you, leaving a trail of pebbled skin running down your arms and legs. You lay in the early morning field watching the stars fade away into golden shades of pink and yellow. A smile plays on your lips and you inhale fresh citrusy air.
