LETS Rope the Moon , Chase the Stars, Whisper Sweet Nothings, Toast to US!!!, and DAnce the night AWAY.
I’m a big teddy bear of a man (Kid at Heart)that listen closely to the sang of each angel, to the tune of the harp, the beat of the drums, and the mean of the words. For every angel sing to her own being, and each has different needs to be pleased. I love to dance. So we should grab a dinner and go dancing. A night of dancing and dinner for you, I’d bet you have had worst nights. Passion is first ingredient in any great western romance; you can find passion in dark bluesky eyes, western gentlemen treatment, and the moves of a dancer. Dinning+Dancing+ Flirting+Sweet Whispers = lose of breath.
DANCING & Whisper's,I’m looking for moments that take your breath away, the kind that will leave you sighing every time you thank of that time, giggling with a smirk every time you see a cowboy hat, longing for a warm firm touch when the wind blows, feeling the heat of the flame when a snow flake touches the soft of your skin on the coldest of days, knowing once was prefect, twice would be dangerous, and a third time could find you lose. Life’s short, so everyone should know how it feels to float upon a dream on a wild, moonlight, starry night over a cool Rocky Mountain lake were you can not decide if the night or your reflect is the most beautiful creation on earth. Life is not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away