Apologies…..I never got past the picture of that perfect body.

😂

We read this off line first, you promised a twist and there are several. He’s not as innocent as the reader is lead to believe, Georgie is truly open to the moment, to good

Yes we’re still here and so glad that she gave him a second and possibly a third chance to improve. Tight read Lady

Please that we caught the next installment, not as we had originally assumed, thankfully. We thought that there was some deception afoot. We find it human adult females feel one way about making love to virgin men but an adult man will actively seek out a virgin female. We really like this piece Lady and always your model selection matches

Chère E.,
A lovely write again!
But what other comment can you expect from the NL fanclub?

We can offer a discount on the yearly membership fee? Specially for everyone who comments favorably…
And they will come around. Just wait and see.

The day after tomorrow i’ll be back to read it again.
Warm regards, Gus

this line “When love’s blown away, it rains in the soul of mine” I blew out a breath. This is a lovely poem

Thank you for the perfect poem to cheer my miserable rainy night in Epping Forest, England! Lovely poetry. HJ x

Lovely writing Elke.

You don’t post often but when you do I take a breath and smile.🙏

Excellent crafting. The meter and rhymes are tight! It flows so well, and gives the reader a boost to their mood immediately. Encouraging words are always golden. This is.

Beautifully penned, Elke. Excellent write with wonderful words of encouragement my friend. Nicely done, a lovely read. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hello Elke. Your words and poetry is always so delicately crafted. A beautiful, enlightening piece that showcases your amazing talents. xox

Dear E,

Fab piece. For me, this screams the perfect angel. Heaven sent with a lot of hell. I so enjoyed the imagery and the rhyming meter was great. I’m envious of this form since I can’t do it without sounding like mother goose. Poetry with wings. Well done. H 🌷

Dark edges softened by a tender core—your grit and heart live in the same pulse.
Even in the storm, the poem shines, stubborn and kind, like a soul learning to walk straight.

I’m digging the whole vibe/quake in this.
And I enjoyed the opening, the use of the work clockwork.
Like there are different gears that shift our writing – hence earthquake!
Just fantastic amigo!

I’m digging the Dali within this. I can see the melting clock as I read this. Yet you’ve awakened that clock, for one last tock!
Cool stuff, Cipher.

Thank you Styx…

Very much appreciated…

Gotta love the Dali… 🙂