Softie Was Not A Word You Could

Men Sometimes Have To Leave Their Ladies Alone, And Ladies Are Not Responsible For The Bad Manners Of Fools.

Not One Man In A Million Would Have Allowed Me The Time Without Speaking. I Opened My Mind, Let My Gaurd Down Completely, Relaxed. His Silence Washed Over Me. I Stood, Closed My Eyes, Breathed Out The Relief That Was Too Profound For Words.

I Often Cried When I Got Angry; I Hated That. Crying Just Made You Look Weak, No Matter What Triggered It.

I Was Surprised To Find Out There Was A Direct Line From My Palm To My, My, Hootchie.

All The Pictures On The Walls, They All White As Lilies And Smiling Like Alligators.