GEL, Congrats on the LM coup! My mimosa flute is raised to you. Maybe he may be agreeable to talk about what led to your hot night together.
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"
