what if
what if kisses, left in loops on your dancin boy
took his rhumba from his toes, stole those pouty
lips?
what if kisses, left in loops on your dancin boy
took his rhumba from his toes, stole those pouty
lips?
From here to there and back again, or the journey from top to bottom and side to side. An eclectic blog for reviews and poetry. Television, film and theater with an occasional random choice.
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