I see you sitting by the porch,
Sippin' the warm coffee gingerly,
Along with the cool spring breeze.
I move your hair that covers your lovely face,
Tickling your inner ears and your neck,
Passion of the Wind
Its the simple things you say and do
that tells me you love me,
Making coffee on Sundays,
wearing only an apron.
Rubbing my feet because I walked too far,
Going out for candy and marshmallow...
Peaches in Bed
Her pillow smells divine, he has made sure
He scattered petals on the pale linen,
She'd rather scent the man who's at the core
Of heart and mind and now, at the beginning
Perfume and stink
Play Fore Twoby
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