Sorry folks! I am finding myself at a loss for words at the moment. I promise to get caught up in the next day or so on the prompts. I think my brain is on a wee bit of overload between my dad’s doctor appointments and this busy Easter week. I am working everyday this week and most of the next two weeks (for prom and Mother’s Day) at the flower shop. For now, I will leave you with an older poem of mine:
Roll around
As we roll around
In the fields below
Our love becomes
As intense as the storm
As we roll around
In the bedroom at night
Our passions turn into
White hot ice
As we roll around
In our lovemaking play
Our desires expand
And I want him to stay
February 18, 1991
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