Her smile, simple gestures besot
Simple as a apple's red.
Temptress on ankles
beauty her lot
I lay await in bed
She comes to me
and like the rain
saturates me with lust again.
--Diva
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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