The Travel Flies: Mallorca Nights

In a sangria filled lustful haze we both were making out on the Spanish beach, both new to the island.

Your warm lips on mine, for hours on end the Mallorca beach , cheekily hiding among unused umbrellas , laying down on the warm sand. I remember your touch, warm brown eyes and curly hair and running my hands through it as I called out your name. All rational thoughts for the evening forgotten.

A secret memory only between you and me.

That’s makes me smile to this day 💕

Mia ❤️

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