Her steel blue eyes captivated him at first glance and along with the alluring scent of jasmine surrounding her presence, he lost all sense of time and rhythm, and barely remembered the ensuing conversation. Thinking he had died and gone to heaven, the only thing that stuck in his memory, as they found themselves pressed urgently against the wall of her hotel room, was her name; Ginny.

Even the dry and dusty arid desert air could not get her sweet perfume out of his nostrils. That one night was all it took. She stole his heart; he could do nothing about it, but accept his fate.

It was at that point Ginny felt a presence and turning to look into his eyes she knew destiny was waiting, just around the corner, over the hill. His dark limpid pools, full of hope and wonder, gazed longingly at her and slowly, as his stare captured her heart, a hush descended. All that surrounded them slipped away into darkness until she could see only him. What happened next was a blur.

Love is waiting, just around the corner, over the hill...

Beneath the moons' shadowscape, wisdom, women, whiskey and you are a dangerous and provocative combination...

When the inevitable meets the unstoppable, that is where souls turn to lust...

If you are not his first thought in the morning, he does not deserve a place in your dreams...

A relationship will devalue when one puts a price on it..

Maybe the dream is just life's way of getting us out of bed in the morning and in reality, we are all just chasing stardust...