What is it?
I was minding my own business when these words started forming in my head… It sounded pretty so I picked my phone and started writing…. enjoy Maybe it was the way the wind carried her perfume. It was strong. Tickled your nose every time she was around. Maybe it was the way the airwaves whispered her footsteps. You would hear her heels dance with the ground moments before you sensed her. And when you saw her, you would see the glory of skin. Glistening and smooth, her pores we