She Lays 25/11/201208/10/2013 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. 36.778261 -119.417932 Share This Post:EmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
leireto says: 28/11/2012 at 17:26 Love the blog! That’s why I nominated it to the “Very Inspiring Blogger” Award. Congratulations! http://cocktaildemariposas.com/
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harulawordsthatserve says: 26/11/2012 at 07:23 You really are quite a poet, I hope you know that. Beautiful post.
Love the blog! That’s why I nominated it to the “Very Inspiring Blogger” Award. Congratulations!
http://cocktaildemariposas.com/
Thank you!!!
I really like your blog, that’s why I’ve nominated you to the very inspiring blogger award, visit my blog to know how it works 🙂
whereyoufoundme.wordpress.com
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.