Mercy me We are dancing slow and easy to the blues, her body moving and grooving to the sound. Her eyes are closed, her shoes are off and her hips are feeling… Continue reading
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We or i…. I’m a individual of my own no matter what no matter how no matter when .. but in the end I’m an individual to…
A amazing poem by talented writer.
Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading