She.
She tastes like cigarette smoke and adventure. Every time I kiss her I fall in love a little bit more.
She.
She smells like broken dreams and old leather jackets. Every time we lay together I fall in love a little bit more.
She.
She feels like rolling hills and curved edges. Every time I touch her I fall in love a little bit more.
She.
She sounds like a thunder storm and every rock concert I've ever been to. . Every time she sings with me I fall in love a little bit more.
She.
She looks like she should be riding a motorcycle and attending some alternative convert in Colorado. Every time I look at her I fall in love a little bit more.
She.
