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In the hammock
In the hammock
On days of tomatoes
Cheese and bread
When light breezes
Make the orchard leaves
Chuckle and quiver
With gossip from the mountains
When a head of dead wine
Falls in step
With the mood
Rather than being a weight
On your ankle
There is time to marvel
At the power of stillness
And the way that calm
Can be the raison d'êtr...
Tuesday 16th August 2022 10:58 am
Crystal
My heart skips a beat when I catch you glancing.
I’m high on you, your mental is alluringly entrancing.
Hypnotised.
I lose my consciousness in your world; now hooked on your being.
Whilst pheromones run wild, you advance, begin by playfully teasing.
I analyse your face.
Slowly you undress me before you go to third base,
Your tongues tender touch hits th...
Wednesday 19th January 2022 11:59 am
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