artisanrepublic
They were high. I loved to dance in them; made my head spin. On the floor...I glided. And in his mind I stayed. Well he cant stop thinkin' bout me. But that OK 'cause he loves me anyway.
He would sweep me up then and sexily rock my world.
Here I am in the woods. My eyes are sore and puffy from crying, and I long to be loved. I long to have a mans arms wrapped around me. A man that I love and loves me.