The Little Things

I love when we take the back roads and puff on spiffs, blunts or bowls while listening to heavy metal and he's singing, growling along, the windows rolled down and a nice cool breeze flows through my hair. When he looks over at me and I see those green eyes staring at me then the road. I am so in love.

cocaineoctopus cocaineoctopus
Mar 22, 2009