We are still in the high eighties here;-)
Howl you santa ana winds
bluster and blow it makes
me all aglow, lift my skirt
throw me in the dirt, knock
me off my feet give me a treat
get me away from the hot sunny
day, that never ends, and give me
a ride on your thermal glide, so
I can play with the asteroids, go
ahead you tempestuous tease, that
doesn't know how to be a breeze
flip me over with your lust to gust
blow me away til I see the heavenly
sight of starlight, then let your
intensity deliver me to infinity!
etw
Love,
Becca~
Georg
I wish we had that warmth here.
Edwin
Take care,
Sherry
Wonderful use of the imperative to generate movement and energy and your customary excellent fluency. Bravo!
John
Literally blown away by another ET masterpiece!
Hugs,
Lance
I get these days is when the heavy winds blow. -gene.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
In the mid seventies here; delightful! :)
~W~
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
A call for the StormSpinner? :) Oh, this is absolutely GLORIOUS in all of its wind-riven wonderment! Well done (and you KNOW I'm gonna save this one)!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.