We’ve got two weeks of Winter just to cap the Indian Summer in mid January. Spring has already stolen our February, as a sign of vengeance for the 60+ days long February of yesteryear. And this shy start of March makes me scent the new Spring! Time for poetry now. 🙂
Sweet,sweet Doris, I have missed you so very much.
Missed your mouth made for tasting, and your smoky
eyes, your ridged loins..tautly begging to be licked
I could pleasure you all day and never get tired of
hearing you gasp, watching you writhe on the sunlit
grass.. sweet Doris.. I know how your swollen
areolas would taste through your sheer blouse..
I want you..