There’s never a morning lost-
To white crinkle on which she lays.
Not an afternoon goes by-
That beauty plush against her satin pillowcase. (and)
When midnight towers fall-
Cottons surround her nude embrace.
She Lays
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Thank you!!!
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Ahhhh thanks Claudia!
Hope all is well 🙂
You really are quite a poet, I hope you know that. Beautiful post.
So kind of you thank you!
Sad JJ 😦 beautiful thought provoking.