6 . . . soft howling bloody lonesome was the wind around my head quiet down now quiet down my heart will hear you and i can’t go around moaning like a school girl in love with the notion of warm breath and first kisses . . .
Oh my land. This is one of my favorites. (I have a lot of those in these parts.) And that image? Blurry red lipstick kisses. Oohlala. [is this one going in your book? if i talk about your book enough, i hope you’ll build it. build it. and they will come. & read it.] Reply
Sweet.
silly old wind…
Oh my land. This is one of my favorites. (I have a lot of those in these parts.)
And that image? Blurry red lipstick kisses. Oohlala.
[is this one going in your book? if i talk about your book enough, i hope you’ll build it.
build it. and
they
will
come. & read
it.]
i suppose if it’s gonna get done, ima gonna have to do it…
Wow, those words are wonderful!
hi, valerie :-) thanks for the comment.