Nick and I, 32 years together. My lover, my friend, my brother. Who is this song writer that knows us so well? Let's bust all the mirrors in the house and imagine we are still riding down the road, young and free. Your hands around my waist. I can still feel your warmth against my body. Now I loo...
Nick and I, 32 years together. My lover, my friend, my brother. Who is this song writer that knows us so well? Let's bust all the mirrors in the house and imagine we are still riding down the road, young and free. Your hands around my waist. I can still feel your warmth against my body. Now I loo...