by womanwords
being a bit of an insomniac myself.
I wonder whas it your legs or the crickets...and the tin roof was perfect
You're on a roll this week...great to see you again
thank you
like moonflower fragrence. A restless and beautiful poem, ww!
Sexual interlude in the still of the night. Creates an intimately sensuous mood.
For that special effect, read it in a whisper and listen to the shot of that damn pecan!