Monday, September 22, 2008
Giggling in the tent, Tantrum packing up. Waves pounding Washing the bad away Leaving the best To memories made On a weekend with the boys.
Blue the sky, Gentle the breeze, Body aching for more Fun in the night – Not understanding the Lust that warms the Face into a blush.
Light chit chat, Feeling close, Wiling away time Together – making memories To remember in old age. Glad I jumped in Not to miss this chance at love.
Rosalind 10:32 AM
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