I'm head over heels in love with a smallish gentleman with a receding hairline. I love him so much that something deep down inside of me flips whenever he smiles. And I'm pretty sure he has a thing for me, too, because I catch him looking at me all the time! In fact, something tells me that there's no place on Earth he'd rather be than in my arms, being smothered by my kisses. And, man, is he beautiful to look at. A work of art. A masterpiece of creation.
work, a little freedom, and skinny jeans. How selfish.