‘No mercy dear Lizzie
No mercy dear Lizzie You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward… Continue reading
No mercy dear Lizzie You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward… Continue reading
Ride Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is… Continue reading
Sway The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading