I get nervous publishing poetry here because it isn’t about my butt or drinking or falling on the ground, but it’s a week of whatevs (birthday week), so I don’t give any fucks! Gracias.
Dog owner and lover. Urbanite-Suburbanite. Music addict. Editor. Explorer. Wine enthusiast (Malbec, please). Orange Crush abuser. Anglophile. People watcher. My dream job? Writer, or a Tom Jones back up singer. Well, not Tom Jones now, but Tom Jones in the early '70s...so let's go with the writing thing.
Very beautiful words. One could get lost in those eyes.
Thank you ::blush::
“kiss my lips until we glow together”—Loved that line!!
Aww I know you don’t do poetry. That means a lot! Thanks.
I LOVE THIS
I get nervous publishing poetry here because it isn’t about my butt or drinking or falling on the ground, but it’s a week of whatevs (birthday week), so I don’t give any fucks! Gracias.
Oh girl- you got it bad.
Love your beautifully stunning eyes!
What a beautiful poem My Dear La La! Stunning photo too.
Bisous,
Dawn
great poem
Hmm…you were thinking of that 8 hour long skype you were telling us about when you wrote that eh?
Eh
Nice, La La! And beautiful pic!
Thank you! Glad to see you’re letting the light on in.
Thank you, dear! Things are on the up and up!