#hopelessromantic

I'm in Florida for a very short time, so you would think I would be laser focused on finishing the guitars I started here all those months ago, but as always, life throws curved at you. Don't ask me precisely

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Poem Meditation (A Letter Always Arrives At Its Destination)

...disheveled hair.. 💕 Yep, I'm a hopeless romantic!

He felt the shape of her smile on his temple when he kissed her there. "There was no other place she'd rather be" she thought . In his arms she called home, the place where she felt most safe,

She smelled of his soap and shampoo. He found it incredibly sexy, and the way his shirt engulfed her tiny frame brought out a sense of pride in him. She had called his place home, and he intended to keep