I’ve waited a hundred years. But I’d wait a million more for you. Nothing prepared me for What the privilege of being yours would do. If I had only felt the warmth within your touch, If I had only seen how you smile when you blush, Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough, I would have known what I was living for all along. What I’ve been living for. Your love is my turning page, Where...
Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls… just wanted to go...– Scent Of A Woman