We can't run and we can't hide, the only other thing to do is try and enjoy the ride.
Oh what a treasure, to enjoy sweet pleasure. It's a joy to savor, a heart and souls desired flavor. Everyone has a desire, it eats and burns like fire.
Each day we walk around, even in our sleep there it sound. It's like a witches curse, spelled out in non-erasable verse. Inside the head it be calling, no use even stalling.
Everyone knows its name, very few can control its flame. Listen to the rhythm playing, you can't deny what it's saying. It's playing your song, and it can be life long.
What about letting our hands to fondle her as we close our eyes and dream with the tactil feeling of the soft mountains and valleys of a country well known but always with one surprise more....
Oh well...depending...
Great.
Georg
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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Sweet-Sweet and Most Complete!
A sweet romantic feeling is brewing...
as the flames keep fuming...
WArmly, WArrior PURPLE Lady Sheeeoox
My favorite songs "Nothing Compare" and 'No More Bolero's" touches me every time!!
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Oh well...depending...
Great.
Georg