
whiskey’d lovebites
stolen from neck & lips
midnight vanilla in a kiss
as all time slipstreams &
lovers sail on a sea of dreams
whiskey’d lovebites
stolen from neck & lips
midnight vanilla in a kiss
as all time slipstreams &
lovers sail on a sea of dreams
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I love this, not the least because you used an image that for a while was the cover of my first book, ‘Fairytales Don’t Come True’, and the whiskey’d lovebites and dreams of your poem fit with that text in bittersweet fashion. Great unintentional intertextuality! 😊😊😊
There seems to be a lot of accidental convergences going on the post few weeks for me 😂
That’s very cool and thank you very much 🙏🏼
As lovers do.
Wonderful piece.
Thank you. 🙂
whiskey’d lovebites … wonderful! and I miss those.
Ahh yes. There was always something different about those on the receiving end that was luscious, right?
I miss youth because of those moments. Seems like they fade away as you get older. Or people have wised up to your shenanigans…
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