my nose was
dwarfed by their
unruly row of bush,
I traced the
progress of their
seasons with my tongue,
their pink witch hazel
blossoming, color seemed
to fly from one bush to the next,
blazing azalea, like
sparks igniting a fire, their
bushes pack a lot of landscaping power!
Copyright 4.13.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Cheers,
Dan
scissor hittin' pearls
feeldoe...feelmore
...oh wait you intro'd exercise...ahhh
my thoughts "traced the
progress of their
seasons with my tongue"
you're a lesbian rodeo owning the stables Sage :)
a bridal made from straw bale twine...Vickie
Sage..
Adore the way you
tease our senses
and this is a dilly
You could try some
Engivita yeast mixed
in a light oil and
earthy sea salt
Rub it between your
fingers and take a
big sniff, it will
bring back memories.
;-)
Thanks for the read.
Nice one, I just wrote a bit of an erotic ditty myself...
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Sandie Angel :o)