A myriad of sounds echoing the instant when reality and fantasy intertwine and become one's own little secret.

If one could have a crush based on the sound of person's voice...this would be the one above all others.

Her tones lightly touch your insides and hold you like your mother used to as she told you bedtime stories. She will make you feel warm and safe. I like that in a person.

The girl you picked on at the bus stop who many years later stepped on your face with her sexy black pump and giggled with a devious twinkle.

Someone please sign this sultry princess of grinding, big city worthy, rural warmth.

Driving dad's car away towards what they call the second phase of life holding on to secrets of a misguided adolescent.

Tulips frayed on the edge buried in a box of candles and fresh fruit.