new poem

Don't look at me​

just look away, ​

I am not who you want to see.​

I am not good or pure of heart,​

I can not seem to play that part.​

I lost the blush so long ago​

that on the rose bud's gently glow.​

 

Hey, it sounds like an ode to naughtiness to me. Wish every girl felt like you do!

 

Hell I'd just be happy to find a naughty man.

 

Yet open blossoms,
perfume the air,
with ripe relaxation.

No longer timid
or quavering tightly,
a fullness lingers.

Looking within,
to further honor
an ageless heart.

 

Thank you sylvan thatb is lovely.

 

marcella this is so heartfelt - I enjoyed

 

Thank you skinny

 

hello everyone, just thought I would add a pic, I am the one in the black dress. is my wedding pic.

 

just checking in been busy and thought I would see if anyone else had left a post.