To be alive and breathe and move And eat and drink and speak And read and write Is mighty fine indeed, But when I think of you, I would prefer to be inanimate. The tiny house wherein you live, The pillow on which you dream, The tub you bathe in, The soapy sponge you rub … Continue reading If You Don’t Mind, I Would Like To Be Your…

Come closer, so that I may whisper it in your ear... When I espy a lovable woman walking on the street, Be her short or moderate or tall, Be her figure like a pear, or a banana, or an hourglass, Be her hair fiery or sunny or inky or chocolaty, Be it spilling over her … Continue reading Can I Tell You A Secret?