My dear love
My dear love Pretty woman, she is dancing alone. Her body dancing freely to the good songs and she had no concern for the observers of her dance. I went to her in… Continue reading
My dear love Pretty woman, she is dancing alone. Her body dancing freely to the good songs and she had no concern for the observers of her dance. I went to her in… Continue reading
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As a girl it’s not always about doing his laundry, cooking his favourite cuisines and buying his favourite stuff from supermarkets but it’s about being myself with…
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Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation. Pretty lady sat with me and she ordered a double shot of… Continue reading
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The Body Broken ? Mass and Sunday mourning pass the chancel black and chalice-back of I, spire-spined and last to part my plumping bud to take the…
A little death Silky skin, wine and song took us here. You are as pretty as the rising sun my love. Honey, dear and sweet heart I have called you. You were… Continue reading
Love can be sweet, love can be damned. A letter received in 1978. ——————- Dear John Never before I felt a feeling of being secure that much as I feel now when… Continue reading