Cool cheeses, warm thoughts
Dark coffee, green eyes
And soft touches
White sheets, tanned body
Bodies as one, breakfast crumbs
And lingering lips
Thick robes, light massage
Many thoughts, few words
And treasured moments
Soft pillows, intense souls
Long distance, close hearts
And it will be
Come hither
Go for broke
Sounds like a sweet fantasy to me.
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Yes it is August. And I am hoping it will materialize
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Oh my!!!! I haven’t felt that butterfly I just felt when I read this in a very very long time. Not sure if I want to recognize that
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Thanks M K. The reality turned out so much better than the fantasy.
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