Nov 1
Your flowering wet meadows
reflected, wonder glinting in green eyes,
stumbling arms wrapped in
gentle padows,
tender individual silky drying strands,
elevate every blissful kiss of hair
fingers trembling, marks my scars bare.
reflected, wonder glinting in green eyes,
stumbling arms wrapped in
gentle padows,
tender individual silky drying strands,
elevate every blissful kiss of hair
fingers trembling, marks my scars bare.
A nice girl who I had a fling with who I met at the pub, wishing for more but she wasn't the kind to stick to just the one flame, she was all about variety and warned me before we had a couple of weeks of passion not to get attached. Silly me.......
