Running outside under a quiet moon,
Moments stolen in a crowded room.
Gentle curves over table edges,
Absolut-ly visual perfection.
You long for a touch more intoxicating than everclear,
Because all you want is whoever is near.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
Running outside under a quiet moon,
Moments stolen in a crowded room.
Gentle curves over table edges,
Absolut-ly visual perfection.
You long for a touch more intoxicating than everclear,
Because all you want is whoever is near.
