Fulfillment is my secret, can you tell?
In my smile I hold the feelings of your
kiss - the sweet exploration of warm,
soft wetness.
Happiness is my secret, can you tell?
My gait emanates the excitement
from the quick and precise demands
you answered.
Naughtiness is my secret, can you tell?
I’m still wearing the sensation as I recall
the width and length that I harbored just
moments ago.
Dizziness is my secret, can you tell?
I’m teetering on the edge as I float with no
care in the world with thoughts of how much
I love the way you make me feel.
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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Jenni
Tim
thats the way i fill half of the time
its a wonderful filling
You captured the
emotions well.