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I am the sunlight on your face the wind in your hair, the waves at your feet as you walk along the shore. I embrace you each n..

Little man as you sit upon your shiny throne on wheels, I try to imagine what it’s like to know just how it feels. ..

She spoke to him softly her voice but a whisper, he was tired yet listened with all the strength he could muster.His back ached from c..

Soft lipsexploring finger tips as hands caress and gently undress revealing the source of heavenly bliss. Warm breath lingering sm..

When you see the trees remember me as they shade you there with their broad green leaves. When you feel the rain le..

I hear her voice as she beckons me with winds of change blowing wild and free. The rolling hills, a miner’s streaked face and th..

As dark clouds gather overhead and the air is thick and menacing, I can feel the approach of an evening storm and my thoughts are..

A sunny day, a gentle breeze as we pass by the giant oak trees my lab and I stroll side by side no need to hurry we take our time. ..

From flower to flower it flits and sips the nector so sweet without using lips.

On painted ponies we will ride with windblown hair as we search the sky and see clouds of white drifting overhead as we spin, &lsqu..