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.

Well, Damn, both things met their end. Very interesting poem. Nice;))

this reminds me of a pickup that used to race down my street you could hear him coming for miles but when he went by it was just a streak of an odd light I used to honestyly think it was Lucifer…it’s crazy…I really enjoyed this 💕

Brilliantly penned, Tim. Love the flow and the imagery my friend, amazing storytelling as well. What a waste of a classic machine, assholes find a way to ruin everything they touch. lol. I’m also a car guy. Appreciate you.

Damian

Brilliant.

hello dearest Tim I love the rhythm and content of this write beautiful 💕

Beautifully penned, Tim. Truly an amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Glad you’re back and posting erotica.
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This was quite creative. How he… the conceited king shriveled and you arose to be queen and well replenished off him, haha. Love it!

Daniel
Gothic-Surrealist

I can see your disappointed with men from this and your previous poems. Scars can go pretty deep and disappointment can be frustrating. But your expression is always deep in itself. That’s what writing is for.

Excellent!