She’s back with her cold embrace and icy stare that sends shivers up one’s spine. Arriving in the evening and dazzling with her white floating sparkles flashing against the black backdrop of the night sky. Moist and wet, desiring to envelop with a blanketing lust……………
…………I should be a Weatherman
Were you a weatherman, i'd be more likely to pay attention.
ReplyDeleteThis morning, the wintery chill will linger with us like the bite of a tight hemp rope. But subsequently, warming to a rosy blush of spanked fingerprints against pale marble skin. Only fading slightly in vasocongestion as the day wanes.
ReplyDeleteYou don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows...."Bob Dylan"