tracy_makaylakc
If he hadn't have saved my life when we were ten he wouldn't have made a big impression on me. He was short, lanky, sweater vest, glasses, the whole bit. But he's making quite an impression now. His eyes pierce my heart like a dagger. His voice is like wrapping around my body like a deadly python, there is beauty in the danger of his words. I wouldn't have guessed that the little boy with high waters would grow up to be the man in the suggestively tight jeans, he loved to wear. The lips that stuttered when they spoke would mature into the ones who left marks of sin on my neck. . .