west (Remove filter)
Saddlesore
It seems only yesterday we were fine
How I yearned for the feel of your mouth
Your every touch would set me on fire
Whether north west east or south
The sight of smoke on the horizon
Haunts me now when I look back
For it was over yonder hill we flourished
Before my thoughts turned so black
That dark column taunts my tortured eyes
Acrid embers still fly off in ...
Thursday 13th August 2020 10:44 am
Recent Comments
Shirley Birch on just need some help using this site
1 hour ago
Auracle on Good Friday Dream
2 hours ago
Tom Doolan on My Daddy Never Loved Me
3 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Good Friday Dream
5 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on IN THE BLUE ROOM
5 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on a miscreant yearns
7 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Rolph David
7 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on Marla Joy
7 hours ago
Red Brick Keshner on a miscreant yearns
7 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Full Electric
8 hours ago