Comments about Michael Biondi
It’s about 9: 00, and she wears these deep browns and crazy socks, to cover up the light in her eyes and the scars on her timeless clock.
From her ankles to her wrist my finger slowly caresses, then my eyes against hers as in my mind she slowly undresses.
Although it might appear I am talking about her clothes, I’m really talking about her revealing her amazing soul.
It’s about 10: 00, and she wears this color I can’t quite describe something similar to a mellow brown living on a high,