Happiest of Fridays my fly, funky, fresh-in-the-flesh blogging peeps. Java's hosting and we're playing. What a nice venue to share a little love poem. I know, Little Ms. Cyincal-life-is-too-fabulous-to-be-bothered-with-man drama is going to write about love. Hey, people - I'm not made of wood you know. It happens. Sometimes I get bit in the ass when I'm perfectly happy celebrating being unattached like it's my job fall in love. You happy? Strap in peeps, because it's a steamy one. Here we go. Eh hem... Waterfalling in Love by that crazy broad at Living out of the Box Valerie Sometimes a drizzle Always the need to let your sweetness rain down on me. Sometimes a deluge Always thoughts of diving into a pool of you. Falling like the water from above The rush of you over me underneath you The promise of your scent still on my fingers, the feel of you sticky on my lips, the taste of you on my tongue… Desire draws me dow...
Personal notes from a woman learning to follow her bliss ... and finding it in the most unexpected places.


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