Posted on March 31, 2011 at 7:40pm 6 Comments 2 Likes
As I lay next to you, I look at your face while you sleep.
I paint every inch of it in my mind, like an
artist paints his picture on a canvas. I feel your warm
breath as I gently stroke your face. It feels like a soft
summer breeze as it blows by, gently blowing the
leaves on the trees. We have such a…
ContinuePosted on March 19, 2011 at 7:14pm 0 Comments 2 Likes
My Love, as I lay here, I close my eyes. The breeze
is so cool as it brushes my face.
I hear you call my name.
I turn to look for you,but I cannot see you.
I feel your touch so soft, like that of satin. As I feel you
run your hand down my body, it screams for you.
I feel the breeze again, brushing over my body,
you whisper to me my Love.…
Posted on March 16, 2011 at 11:58am 1 Comment 3 Likes
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Antoinette Ballerini said… Hello Deb. Always wonderful to connect with someone who understands the in between of fiction and non-fiction worlds. Read your latest article: Twins with Two Separate Fathers ; astonishing to say the least. Thanks for sharing.
Antoinette
Darla Sue Dollman said… Good morning, Deb! It's gorgeous here in Texas. Hope you're having nice weather out there, too. I just heard a mockingbird, and when I stepped outside to take a picture a lizard ran up my leg--a very funny start to a wonderful day. I hope you have a great day, too!
Darla Sue
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