Evening Hes and Freckle.
Two Aphrodites return,
From Evening sojourn,
Males come rejoice,
For the female voice.
One artist,one founder,
Passion doesn't flounder,
We salute your feminine Guile,
Cos' anytime you make us smile.
By Matt Harmston.
Seven shades of loneliness
I wake to the luxury of a full stretch.
Sitting down to the first cup of tea.
I crash my car, and turn to tell you.
Our daughter does her first perfect forward roll.
I get my first ever published poem.
I make dinner.
I drop off.
quiet and thoughtful
tonights mood on the thread
still room for choc though!