Paula…..I felt every word of this piece, deep from inside my safe space.
May you be happy, well and free from suffering.

Great write🙏🙏🙏

Penis envy in poetry….. how wonderful.
Funny as well.
😘

Hoi hoi
The Netherlands is a kingdom. If you don’t ask why, I don’t have to answer.
Not everyone is as enthusiastic about it.
Let’s leave it at that.

Both his parents were cruel. As they named him Willem-Alexander. Dyou think he has a chance of peeing his name in the snow!?!
So, to soothing a bit (suggestion from the spelling police…..) it’s not only the women who have to suffer.

Bringing my talent is OK, but bringing my empathy is better. That is what I am trying to do here.
Lovely write!
Kind regards, Gus

It’s not always great. Imagine being with a girl you’ve been wanting to f**k for a while. You finally get the chance, you purposely take things slow, you make foreplay last as long as you can stand, then just as you’re ready for insertion into that heavenly paradise, you go limp from nerves.

NO!!!!!! NOT NOW!!!!!

Oh yeah, it’s happened. Even porn stars have suffered from the embarrassment of it. 🙂

Sexy and funny….well done🙏

hi dearest Thomas I loved those days too…I can’t play an instrument or sing but I can write lyrics…I wish I could hear them done this way with a real band ramble on dear poet 💕

Thank you.

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Analog recordings had life to them, that’s for sure my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Yes, the music world has certainly changed with the aid of computers that drain the soul out of a song. I still break out the records, I have to. “Todays music ain’t got the same soul.”

You’re right! There’s an ambience that come with the music. Not just sound, but smells & textures & something bigger. Fantastic journey back…

Thank you so much. I agree.