That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat... that's how it feels when you kiss me.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.

Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

Holding you close to my heart makes me feel special.
In this moment, I am free to be me.