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The lost dawn of the morning is truly done and gone the lights are all off and quietthank goodness no one can see mewrecked with little Ms. shy thingsipping the life back into me. Even the birdsongs are screamingfrom the floor to the ceiling. What started out as whisperingquickly evolved to a heartbeatpounding in the…

Here at the doorstepthere’s such a lovely voicecalling for me “Come here.”Just inside on a table,two glasses of wine,it’s a pretty sceneall the windows and doors are open.I’m invited to join her. See-through top and curtains,a gentle breezeher tan highlighted by the moonlight. She stands next to me. We toast our California summerthis time is…

A classy look for sure,she knows how to make me turnaccidentally handing over photographspulling on every ounce in me,she loves watching my reactionwhen my eyes light upseeing this true side in her. This is where all this beganbetween a soft and hard edge,standing perfectly still,counting the minutes in hoursmemorizing how it feltto be held in…

I guess it never really matteredthe girl and her second name,which is something,because it’s all too easyfor her to change everything. I guess this comes down tohow she prefers to playwith her dress and fashionalways making every daythis new attraction. There we stood holding our gaze,at this, the amazing garden. Her demands, quite revealing really,oh…

The garden struggle,it’s just when you think,you understand,we have our differencessomething always goes wrong. Going first means we’re making all the rules. I promise to try,to make you all happy andeven though I never willI’ll be the first in linewithout any a excuses. This garden of ours,have flowers that need things.Sure they’re mostly forgivingespecially when…