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Pheromones! They keep calling me back for more!

That's lust. But it can lead to love!

Masculin yet not too masculin. A nice light cologne, not over powering one. One that makes you want to feel welcomed into his arms and protected and loved.

Oh to dream...lol

No it's not! In my head it's rust.


















SHANTI

A field of wildflowers

You're not that old...it can't be rust yet!

Shanti.

I'm having the oddest sense of Déjà vu, Cuppy...


(Must be the cup of coffee in front of me)

---idea bought forward a vu--- i was gunna do it a little later --- must have been the fluffy cat that sped me up

Haha thanks!


But as my sage grandmother used to say..." I ain't no spring chicken."









SHANTI

*wiping last bit of coffee off keyboard...
Just a little bit of "kitty" humor bringing a quick response from you Cuppy?


Well, let's see...
if I close my eyes, love smells like:

(*diddleeeooop diddleeooop...~~~)


Love smells like the sunshine warming my pillow the morning after and reminding me i was chewing on it just 6 hours earlier.
Love smells like his hair scent still on my grabby little hands.
Love smells like dried chocolate sauce on his neck. (oops, missed a spot, I guess)
Love smells like the fresh cool air in the room, as we walk to the shower together.
Love smells like humid warm air, hinting at a hours of the day that will mysteriously zip right by.
Love smells like that amazing way hair has of holding onto shampoo smells. Sort of makes a girl want to sweat it all out again.
Love smells like a fresh pot of coffee and the beginning of breakfast.
Love smells like slightly burned toast because of a distracting kiss.
Love smells like fresh fruit. The kind that gets gently placed in a lovers mouth as a thank you for another wonderful way to start the day.
Love smells like the fresh kiss he gives just before he goes to work.
Love smells like that one little yellow post it left behind on the fridge... with the words "I love you tons" scribbled by chemically sweet sharpie marker.

--- a new born's first exhalement

Yep I doooo,

one in front (smallish)

and one out back (big )

so there Kirky

And who wants Spring Chicken...unless it's cooked in the oven at 365 with marinate and spices, of course.

You are nowhere near "rusted", dear man...rusty, if you haven't dated in a while...but not rusted.

Shanti makes you just the right age, friend. (Yes, I know what it means, and have attained it too.) And if you have Shanti, you are definitely not rusted. A spring chicken doesn't have that attainment yet.

Namaste.

That was pretty awesome.

It smells like wet nail polish

when she answers the door.

mmmh - chemicale

and makin love in same

My son's hair after his bath
Special Dark Chocolate
A Gardenia
A rose on a hot summer day

Love is autumn leaves and the scent of fires burning
It is the scent of pine from mistletoes and fresh bread baking.
It is hyacinth and dew on the grass
It is the smell of sunshine in the summer
It is so much more and indescribable.