Weaving the last of words
That have come to me.
Splitting a few hairs
As I'm often want to do.
My hands drifted slowly
And meeting no resistance
I felt the promised land.
I was hard at work for the day.
Wiping the sweat from my brow,
And looking down at my fair miss.
She gave me a smile an pulled me down,
Oral was so much fun giving and taking.
Love ya!
Jane