Ben H. Winters Quotes
And Alison's leaning gently on my arm, her wild bouquet of orchid-red curls tickling into my neck.
And Alison's leaning gently on my arm, her wild bouquet of orchid-red curls tickling into my neck. (Ben H. Winters)
And Alison's leaning gently on my arm, her wild bouquet of orchid-red curls tickling into my neck.