Somewhere there’s a hand waiting to touch mine
aching for me, to ach for it.
Every morning on the ride to work I’d drive, listening to your jokes… always laughing outwardly while behind my dark sunglasses tears would catch along the rim. Occasionally I’d look down at your hand as it reached for another cigarette… wishing it would take a course towards me. Sometimes the urge would get so overwhelming I’d grab your hand, bringing it to my lips… and in a very sensual gesture that was intent on intervening on nothingness, I’d kiss the inside of your palm rubbing your fingers against my cheek. You’d whine, saying something stupid and impatient, as if I was interfering in your hands plans to do something I never really understood your attraction to.
This is another extremely powerful write, Poet!!! You truly have remarkable talent as well as a deep passionate yearning that shall be fulfilled!!! Never surrender, Poet!!! Bravo!!!
Six straight men in the cast plus free Tex-Mex food? My friend Lida Rose sure knew how to persuade me. I signed on the dotted line and dusted off my dance shoes. I knew Bad Business on the Brazos would have them rolling in the aisles and standing up
Pastor Preston Woods who has been hurt so much in the past is seeking a fresh start in the small town of Pinecrest. But when he arrives, he finds himself in the middle of a town struggling with deep-rooted corruption, and a community divided by secre
Six straight men in the cast plus free Tex-Mex food? My friend Lida Rose sure knew how to persuade me. I signed on the dotted line and dusted off my dance shoes. I knew Bad Business on the Brazos would have them rolling in the aisles and standing up
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Powerful, powerful poem.
You owe yourself the best..
Take care Girl!!
Love Tinka