She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips. – Terri Guillemets
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty. – Terri Guillemets

She kissed me, and my mouth wrote a poem of welcome to her lips. – Terri Guillemets
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty. – Terri Guillemets
His heart beat only love — not a drop of hate-tinged blood in his body. – Terri Guillemets
How long has it been since someone touched part of you other than your body? – Terri Guillemets