Do you know my dear, the potter close to the eastern cleaves have lost taste of ...... loneliness . The weathers have blown cold his blood freezes in need of warmth something more than stones, sticks,and whatever it is we hunt. Am human afterall although confined in walls of brick blood.
You become capable of being in love when you have the will to let go of a poisonous ...... ant while feeling its fresh sting on your cheek yet letting it go without harbouring the slightest revenge , AND when you have the heart to be gentle on rose petal after its thorn pierced your finger
Blessed with kisses from triple D's the fat bulge from where babies wean. Home bound ...... at a quarter past nine the harmattan brought more from cloud nine. Pick, purple,and mint, this fair girl with triple D's she stopped my bike for two to ride, so damn hot and pretty to ignore tonight.