...or any other women for that matter.
The tingle that runs up my arm when you're wrapped around it.
The soft look you get in your eyes, when you're adored.
The laughter you offer just because someone cares enough
to want to make you laugh.
The welcome interuption the thought of you brings.
And...
You leave my truck smelling nice, much better
than sawdust and air tool oil.
I wish you good dreams, it's only fair.