“Different Worlds” - Not really a poem, though in poem form. Ish.Hers is of wind and sea, Of salt spray and sun-rosed eyelids; Of bare toes, laughter lines, and scintillating rainbow fabrics; Of late-night rum cups, Flames licking driftwood in the hearth, And copious skin-on-skin time with her latest lover. His... See More » (1)
For every post I make, I get to take a nice long swig of a perfectly chilled root beer.This is why you may see me become so active with responses and general interactions in the platform. It creates a terrific balance between the sweet flavors of root beers, and the fervor building anticipation before that next glorious sip from my... See More »
