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Yesterday's looks like you should be sitting at a sidewalk table, sipping wine.
Today's looks like you're having a play day.
Both very nice.
Lovely outfits over the past couple of days, although I think today’s is not for going out without something over it.
Three forms
The small boat
Wanders along its path,
Winding hither and yon
In concentric circles,
Then over and stops,
Melting, much like I do
Into a puddle as it sits.
The puddle,
A pond or bath
To lay and soak your weary body
Laden with life like leaches
Stuck to succulent skin
Feeling free floating
Inside as the
Steam simmers.
The steamy sweat
As bodies move together
And then culminate
In a moment only we know
Well enough to describe together,
Pull me to you with a
Salty kiss on my brow
As you hold me there,
Feel me
Just like that solid,
Melt into you again.
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The drop.
Of water.
Just to the northwest of your piercing.
Makes that picture.
Deserves better resolution.
Maybe from the side.
But that’s merely my opinion.
Three forms
The small boat
Wanders along its path,
Winding hither and yon
In concentric circles,
Then over and stops,
Melting, much like I do
Into a puddle as it sits.
The puddle,
A pond or bath
To lay and soak your weary body
Laden with life like leaches
Stuck to succulent skin
Feeling free floating
Inside as the
Steam simmers.
The steamy sweat
As bodies move together
And then culminate
In a moment only we know
Well enough to describe together,
Pull me to you with a
Salty kiss on my brow
As you hold me there,
Feel me
Just like that solid,
Melt into you again.
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I really liked that drop in this picture too,
In fact,
It’s why I chose this one.
And you know my photography limitations.
Perhaps next time I pull out the ice,
You can be there to capture it
With your canon
Better than my phone
On selfie setting...
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Three forms
The small boat
Wanders along its path,
Winding hither and yon
In concentric circles,
Then over and stops,
Melting, much like I do
Into a puddle as it sits.
The puddle,
A pond or bath
To lay and soak your weary body
Laden with life like leaches
Stuck to succulent skin
Feeling free floating
Inside as the
Steam simmers.
The steamy sweat
As bodies move together
And then culminate
In a moment only we know
Well enough to describe together,
Pull me to you with a
Salty kiss on my brow
As you hold me there,
Feel me
Just like that solid,
Melt into you again.
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I now smell pink and taste of bourbon.
Singing tonight.
And then tomorrow... the world in a kiss.
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I now smell pink and taste of bourbon.
Singing tonight.
And then tomorrow... the world in a kiss.
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I now smell pink and taste of bourbon.
Singing tonight.
And then tomorrow... the world in a kiss.
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