i wonder if arching back my back really increases the number of millimetres of me-Β Β in touch with you in which case, i understand why the lady in the little black dress became the bow you played her strings on, ****** chill creeping down your spine into her dark, arched neck- line
26.2.18 / there is nothing as beautiful as the silhouette of your back arching back -reaching out into the night and managing to entangle hands into hair