That was sweet. Love forget me nots

Beautiful.

I love how you selected this little detail and penned a passionate piece around it. It’s the little things like this that motivate everything.

It is nice to read that a man still appreciates a woman’s maturing body

One of my favorite places is beneath a pretty woman’s dress. 🙂

I am certain that every man is completely agreeing with You here, what a playful Neville!

A mature was to admire a woman!

I snickered and thought unclean thoughts like a school boy when first read, completely missing the lady’s age, sidelined, as I was, by the niceties behind that dress. Now aware that she might not be young and that I’m no longer 12, my motor is still revving. Summer dresses are just so fine!

Really beautiful piece, showing lovely appreciation for another. I enjoyed this.

Many thanks for stopping by and checking out my little scribble .. so very much appreciated .. Neville

The passion and play of this is an utter delight. I love wearing dresses. They’re a one and done, no fuss picking something to match. It’s the feel of them I think most women prefer. The feminine quality that stirs a man’s imagination…so well captured here.

I’ll take it, that’ll do nicely .. Very nicely indeed .. Cheers & Many thanks Kelly .. Neville 🍷

very beautifully written dearest poet 💕

Tremendous work. Powerful.

Powerfully penned, Neville. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Splinters of glass when they catch the light, have their own unique splendour. A fraction of the whole and yet they too shine. They too are of value. Stained glass windows are magnifique, as is this poem Neville.

Chris

Not easy navigating a new site, taking it slowly, but WC is virtually on life support Neville. Couldn’t access it for weeks. All good wishes to you and yours.

Chris

Nice

Like the innocence of it

Well I’m no ornithologist, but I think I’m usually woken up by pigeons. I doubt that’s quite as nice as being woken by doves but it still has its charms. This was so simple but really helped create the scene.

There’s both humiliy and happiness in these gentle words. Many thanks for sharing your skill, sir.

Must learn to spell, forgive, please.

HumiliTy

I had two nests of mourning doves outside my bedroom window twice in one year. To hear that cooing they do, is absolutely one of the most melodious sounds I have ever heard. It was so wonderful to watch them gather material for their little home in a trellis. I was fortunate to get some really good shots of both parents and babies close up, without a flinch of movement. They beautiful birds, so underrated. I have the photos posted at the WC on my profile page if you’d like to see them! Much enjoyed the read, and seeing you here, Nev. Take care!

How cool was that .. Bless you Kelly .. Neville