How many times I`ve passed you by and wondered why my wings were clipped and I couldn`t fly. Upon blurred faces and through all of my paces, you became clear and like a beer, I need not one, but several cases. I yearn to lop my cap next to your warm and subtle back as I kiss your honey lips and wonder where im at. Not a care in the world could keep a nut from his squirrel nor a squirrel from her nut without love from the humble gut. Finally it`s my turn to feel the burn and realize why some guys cry for that special slice of home style pie. I cant wait to get back to hue and go from the color blue to the color that is you. I`m three hundred miles east but atleast I`m with you upstairs without real care and completely emmersed peace. i miss u stephanie! <3 timmy sory readers this was written via phone internet apologies 4 hard reading ill fix it l8r!