Moaning from the rapture
Of a kiss persist
Sending silent messages
Do Not Resist...
Starlight flickering overhead
Memories never put to bed.
Smiling as the essence flows
Delicate sweet lips they blow
Delicious kisses gentle hugs and more
Just a glimpse behind that closed door...
Days filled with mounting surprises
A little thing tucked in secret devices
Collectables of the unusual kind
Recalling messages from another time...
Tender lips tasting all of me
Whispering my name like a song
I surrender all---surrender all
As our hearts make the call...
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
Upon Yogi Berra's death, your title reads like one of his pronouncements. ;-)
Ron
"Smiling as the essence flows
Delicate sweet lips they blow"
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