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There are many scents that get my attention, and bring back memories... good memories. My father's leather chair. The roses along my fence...

When Butterflies Gather... With just a whisper to their wings... they take flight. They fly upon the lightest of current... and flutter above...

Solitary shadows... drinks poured for one, dinner alone... and no one singing to the music with me. Monks understand the solitude, livin..

Music can make you smile and dream and hope. It can make you stand "up on the roof" and shout to the world "I won't leave until ..

The sunglasses you wear are cute and charming... okay... they're sexy as hell. I can see just enough through them to know when you are watch..

What would it take for me to reach out and touch you? How much time would have to be invested? Sitting here, wondering where you are... what ..

It's a simple thought really. Nothing earth shattering... or mind boggling. I know. That's all... I just know. It was there the first momen..

This is like trying to write with my hands tied behind my back... there just doesn't seem to be any way I can do it. I know what needs to b..

Women Sweat... Let's get sweaty... Just hot, ... and sweaty. Time just goes on as we get lost together, lost to anything and everything bu..

Timing Is Everything Fingers... just out of reach. Eyes... just missing an inquisitive glance. Stepping over to the left, just as you stepped ..