

profess something.
i'm taking a shower and always bring the phone in with me, and it doesn't matter what part of the shower, if it rings the water is off and i'm soaking wet naked pushing the talk button and hoping, only to find out it's a telemarketer.
i believe your love.
marathon shower.
shower.
to the airport. a first. a cookie. some smiles. hugs. memories. a detour back.
one last canyon. more hard snow. more hot tubs. a small jib session. nice.
i'm gonna go shower.
Attempting to wean myself from the thing I crave the most.
A late night drive and a meteror shower are making me feel romantic, but there's only room for one at the Bugsy Castle.
it has been my sacrifice. i hope to grow from it more as i have so for.
hey fool...keep some extra batteries.
fayette...secluded beach...a little dip...s'mores...and a few laughs.
skip skip skip.
the best picnic yet.
a few meteors before the shower.
blair morgan.
wow baby, you're as smooth as butter, can i be your toast, so you melt into me.
wow baby, you're as hot as toast, can i be your butter, so i melt into you.
i'm just tacular for now.
the question is...was it the shower, walk, and long nap that made you feel better, or...was it the ladle of b.love sauce.
i was in the shower...then i went and walked in it and thought of you, your beauty, your essence.
i've always had one foot already out the door.
i'm tired. i'm tired of the fantasy. i'm tired of work. i'm not tired of you.
i don't want to jump from rock to rock.
i don't want to belong to noone. i don't want to belong to anyone. i don't want to belong to everyone. but i want to belong to somone.
gallivanting amorously.
hey hey angelfire.
the morning sun warms as it gets higher in the sky. yet the air is still cool from the night. it's a sensation, a bliss. going to bed, and your lover is already there waiting for you, her naked body is already warm pressed up to your skin. it's like the morning, when the window has been left open during the winter, and the blankets have a soft cool touch, or that of a spring morning, and you cuddle beside your nude lover, who's skin is soft silk, and her voice whispering in your ear like the breeze, and your skin shimmers. stepping out of a shower. putting on a sweater and beani