I don’t want to be haunted by her memories, but by her presence. By her love. By the way she touches my arm and runs her fingers through my hair. By the way she kisses my lips and leaves me wanting more.
I Don’t Want To Be Haunted
I Don’t Want To Be Haunted
I Don’t Want To Be Haunted
I don’t want to be haunted by her memories, but by her presence. By her love. By the way she touches my arm and runs her fingers through my hair. By the way she kisses my lips and leaves me wanting more.