Corri, You've worked so hard to become the W of your Hs dreams. Unloading on you (figuratively and literally) is the last thing he should be doing. Ah, Corri, I pray that Mr. Corri sees the error of his ways.
HUGS to you, Nymph
I don't mind the sun sometime
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and Sugar
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through someone elses eyes
BHS-"Pepper"
