Would orange blossoms in my hair
bring you back to me?
A kiss so soft, you'd not dare
return it out of greed.
If my skin were drenched
in bliss of vanilla
Could you still resist
Or would you then...
past all pretense
Sweep me off my feet?
Deep as diamonds of midnight
Sky you would fall into me
If only I were something more
Behold....I am me.
--Diva (as published in "A Diva Speaks" Lulu Publishing)
Thursday Short Run, Little Dry Creek
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I have not posted to my blog in forever, so here I am before Google deletes
me.
2 years ago
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