Don’t think I can get enough of you
Racing through my veins and making my heart beat hard and fast
Until I feel I might explode from the feeling of pure bliss
Grinning, I whisper into your ear, “Give me another hit.”
Don’t think I can get enough of you
Racing through my veins and making my heart beat hard and fast
Until I feel I might explode from the feeling of pure bliss
Grinning, I whisper into your ear, “Give me another hit.”
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
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Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Wise. Witchy. Wonderful.
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