Sticky notes on my Desk…

 it was never as we thought…. LLH

When as you sleep your cold toes search for something warm to grab onto, and find me…… LLH

Her body was a straight line impregnated with mounds of pure joy. Hard with soft edges, yet soft and so very round, so curved.. perfect image of her as a stud. Nobody does it like she does. ..

your good company. your bad company. Even your inbetween company is nice. For Love to grow at her best and deepen at her worst…. from every line to line… excluding not one curve. .  LLH

A shoulder to lean on, a comforting hand, an ear to whisper to, a soft place to land, a cool summer breeze, a steady ground on which to stand… This is Love.  LLH.

Scientists. I love them. But I will love them more when they can not only explain "what" or "how" but "WHY". LLH

when your stomach isn’t right… and your skin isn’t right.. when you lose self control because you have given yourself to someone else…when the ground raises and the sky falls, when gravity becomes non-existent and night time calls… This Is Love… THIS IS LOVE. LLH

Average Woman= puts up with anything to keep you.

Smart Woman=recognizes the shit & does the Leaving on her own.

REAL Woman= half of each and some kick ass up her sleeve just in case shit gets real. LLH

no woman wants to be owned. We just want to be loved, respected, listened to, and doted on a little. LLH

Knowing someone is one thing, respecting someone is another. Being in love is one thing… Thinking you own a chic and acting like it… well that’ll just get you burnt. LLH

Everybody is "happy"… that is until shit don’t go their way. LLH