I'm in love with a sailor. He's got an adorable heart tattooed on his bicep. I know this because he never, ever wears a shirt. The curl of his upper lip is only surpassed by the twist of his narrow mustache. I swoon as I relish the rakish tilt of…
I'm in love with a sailor. He's got an adorable heart tattooed on his bicep. I know this because he never, ever wears a shirt. The curl of his upper lip is only surpassed by the twist of his narrow mustache. I swoon as I relish the rakish tilt of…