Those hours we get to share are some of the best hours I have.  If they weren’t so perfect, I wouldn’t feel like there are never enough of them.  And I probably wouldn’t need to keep coming back for more… Read more ›

What’s the point of the show anyway? Why would I ever want to get together with you and not have you feel like you’re all wrapped up in the silkiness of the silliness? How could I hold on to you… Read more ›

If I can’t be where I want to be, I’m going to think about being there.  A lot. It’s what I do all week long while I’m waiting to be with you the next time.  I plan.  I scheme.  I… Read more ›

During our time together, I don’t like for it to be too bright.  I don’t want it to be totally dark though.  I mean, after all, I need to see what I’m doing. How else am I going to hit… Read more ›