I am like any other animal in the jungle - territorial.
Like a ghost
with bright blue eyes
who enters and exits
on cue.
He leaves pixel dust
up on my screen
spooking my resistance
With just a stroke
and quirky words
his smile stares back at me
Bit by byte
I quickly learn
all I ever needed
And what I needed
is no surprise
because I love his existence
His handsome face
his sparkling eyes
his soon to be kissed lips
…in a kissable instance
It’s not just the way he looks
that makes my everything ache
It’s the man
I know he is
the man that is
my subsistence.
Retract those claws Girlfriend! lol
By looking at that photo, I can see why one would want to be territorial!
OOOooLaLa!
Okay I'm leaving now..Relax!
Great write Sara!
Lisa
Reviewed by BULL DOZER (Reader)
Reviewed on February 20, 2005
can we do something about this territory problem before we define the word authorisation?
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Lovely work.
Chanti
By looking at that photo, I can see why one would want to be territorial!
OOOooLaLa!
Okay I'm leaving now..Relax!
Great write Sara!
Lisa
Speechless...wounded...by a million spears...that ripped every vesel apart...tears!!
God Bless Both of You Sara!!
Tinka
you are fortunate indeed!;-)Have a great night;-)
Eileen