A September Tarantella
Writing is a dance where the words are the music and the pen is the instrument.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Bathing Beauty
Quiet thoughts seem to whisper,
Your love letters never linger;
who am I to you?
Bathe me in kisses soft,
let my heart never break.
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