Who needs a pair of arms when you have ice cream to hold you…

Yeah, I admit, ice cream it’s my comfort, it’s my substitute… it provides me with a temporary moment of euphoria…no drama…no strings…

Yet, a gentleman reminded me that although enjoyable, it’s no substitute for the real thing… It can’t really hold you, can’t it?  It’s too soft…and melts once things get heated…

I need a man whose back is really strong…

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shhhhh…listen…close your eyes and let the music take you there…

It’s Time for Love…

Close the Door.   Turn off the Lights.   Hold Me.

With Only You,  I want to share the Joy of This Gift of Life.

Come Go With Me…

And together…with you and me,  Life is a Song Worth Singing…

If You Don’t Know Me By Now…

The More I Get, The More I want…of you.

You’re My Latest, My Greatest, Inspiration.

Truthfully, there is no trouble with love.

The trouble is with the people who profess the word.
The trouble is with gyrls who do not believe that someone loves them unless they are scantily-clad, and compromising themselves for the sake of “love.”

The trouble is bois who do not believe in love anymore–since “she” broke his heart.
So now, he victimizes all women–he makes them pay for what she did, and behind his walls, he misses what is REAL love.  Read more...

You come near

We embrace

My hearts racing, with anticipation, for this I’ve been waiting

We kiss

My heart feels jubilation, for the maturation, of this fascination, once called infatuation

Now it’s real…

deep…

Times stops for this…

This one kiss…

The precursor, setting precedent for the future…

Our future, in love.