Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Drowning in amber velvet of his golden eyes as torrid heat radiates from his unwavering gaze she yearns to feed the fire smoldering in his thighs.
Almost 22 years ago, I married a wonderful man. At the time, I worked for a very large company based in Sweden. Anyone care to take a wild guess? It was my first week back from our honeymoon, and I had an important meeting… Continue Reading “The Meeting”
Fading into the purple haze of blues remembering your brown eyes laughing Yearning for one more glimpse of you
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