(((CM))) When your W runs through her bag of tricks and finds you still there being her man of steel, she just may give up the notion of leaving. You are in my prayers.
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"
