My mother insisted No one's happy - everyone is miserable [back in 1982] when life unnerved us teenage boys [fearing obligations] .../
It is now measurable - this effect of you - by improved qualities across my skin... /
I had not been woken so by a kiss in living memory I am set alive And other old weights have been lifted... /
A loosened thought was unexpectedly set adrift like a sea-wetted sandal sucked into whisked white foam... /
He walked her to her car because his rare chance - a quite rude assumption - of a kiss could improve Their talk skipped to weather and about recent high rainfall and that expanse of blue sky - those age-old silence fillers They stood facing each other He fumbled under his bravado with a quickened … Continue reading Coffee?
Succumb to her soft measures - offered within embraces and gripped .../
How shall I study your offered body? With intimate sight through my fingertips .../
It is a highly successful coloniser of wasteland and not at all in danger Both my Google Lens and a quickie Wikipedia yielded to your knowledge .../