Sometimes I wonder if the wind whispers secrets when it brushes past you. Your energy has this way of lighting up the quietest corners of a room. If only I could catch a glimpse of that smile without stumbling over my words. Mamacita rica
Sometimes I wonder if the wind whispers secrets when it brushes past you. Your energy has this way of lighting up the quietest corners of a room. 馃専 If only I could catch a glimpse of that smile without stumbling over my words. 馃挮Mamacita rica
