Mercy…
I was drinking in every tavern from San Francisco to San Diego. He was cool to me and he told me. I like you Johnnie. Your hands are hard from working. Never trust… Continue reading
I was drinking in every tavern from San Francisco to San Diego. He was cool to me and he told me. I like you Johnnie. Your hands are hard from working. Never trust… Continue reading
I am falling into your eyes of green, your face of a angel and the questions in your words. You are the most beautiful thing I ever saw. You make the Texas heat… Continue reading