took a look. . . .
caught a whiff. . .
got closer. . .
reached out. . .
copp’d a feel. . .
snatch’d back. . .
re-consider’d. . .
tried once more. . .
turn’d around. . .
revers’d out of sense
lost my grip . . .flopp’d a flip. . .
made a scene:
won't reconvene
© 2005 cynth’ya lewis reed, all rights reserv'd
God bless,
Sandie.
Love Tinka
William .....Peace & Love
What, men not understand impulse? Heck, we created the word. I love the brevity - speaks volumes don't it?
B
Eileen
Ain't gonna regret your actions, eh? Sounds like fun! An excellent write--well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)