And there he is...waiting for me.
Large Hursute and Magnificent. No, not Monty.....Morpheus. Lingering against my lingerie the mighty dream god waits. What I'm trying to say is, I'm going to bed now with a nice mug of Horlicks. ...........
.......So into his arms I fall awash with perfect dreams about what life would be like in his light
but my room with its drunken disorder
casts purple shadows on my buttercup dreams...
2 comments:
your photos and writing are becoming sensual and show a new side of you
Thank you Terry.
My best writing flows when I do.
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