bichoose (bichoose) wrote,

Wednesday 13th September 2006.

One of those days when time kills time so much to do so many words singing in my head,so many blurts out loud,but then softness is what is required and of coarse the long wait,always the long wait,my old pink ribbons and hobnailed boots now gather dust,my step is now more one of spring even though we are nose diving into the bleak mid winter when woolies and stockings will be the order of the day and that wonderful thing the shower who's glorious spots and spurts you crave during summer,now become demons as the nights draw in each spot becoming the devils fingers climbing on your back when you would rather ponder and feel warm nipples hanging,sluicing down the spine..maybe one day....
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