Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing

Darling
let your fingers
linger, as they caress
my silken thighs
playing word games with your eyes, will I fall
under your mysterious spell
at last, surrender to
your wanton please,
Darling.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Big Sigh
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Thank you.
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Yep. What he said. Well written.
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Thank you Charley!
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You are welcome!
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😊
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You have such a wonderful way of painting images in a reader’s mind with your words. 😉💛
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Thank you Walt. I try my best to do so. 😊
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My pleasure Linda ☺
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Thank you. 🙏🏻
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Cold shower time! Ha! Great post!
xoxo
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Thanks Chuck! xoxo 😊
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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