A VOICE her name calls… A hand she TOUCHES, Out of her SIGHT, The SMELL that she will never forget… Her TASTE out of his net.
This is one 'tasty' morsel. Succint, yet right to the point...One never forgets the touch or the scent of. wonderful, super write. ~~mm. :) ~~
Let me guess....., Sasquatch......., can it be him....? ? ?
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9/22/2024 2:46:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is one 'tasty' morsel. Succint, yet right to the point...One never forgets the touch or the scent of. wonderful, super write. ~~mm. :) ~~