Yes, I am still writing bad poetry... As Thera is still working on a poetry project I have concentrated on cinquains.. as that was the poem form she had the most trouble with... God help me when she gets older and works herself up to Petrarchan sonnets...
Fingers In my soft hair Sliding up and down. Your Body as I mark you with flames Of silk
I don't know anymore... that is what I am exploring here...wife and mother but more as well..Hoping to set my inner sex goddess free. It is time to take a risk and discover what else is in me. Hopefully you will help me find the real me.
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Hair everywhere!
Sexy shot.
~Him
HHNT!
That is a beautiful and stylish / artistic picture! Happy HNT
You have beautiful hair....
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Love the colour of your hair..
I like the poem and love the hair shot! Happy HNT
Great shot, lovely words.
HHNT :)
Lips
Warm Soft
Nibbling Sucking Teasing
Breathing Life into Me
Heavenly
The image is wonderful but I adore the verse. HHNT!
Gorgeous hair....HHNT
Ooh I likey! Happy HNT!
I love your hair and that poem, HOT!
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Lovely locks, and ummmm, I'm glad tomorrow I see Tony cuz that poem got me all worked up! HHNT
Great hair! HHNT!
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