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eros and yeah it sure can be lol,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Blessing and a curse, eh Christy?
Reblogged this on Moriah LaChapell and commented:
Editor poem on The Blue Hour to kick off February’s month of Love.
really good one. I like this alot
Thank you Love poems can be a real bitch.
and that was well said
but they also can be alot of fun
You’ve got some knock your socks off ones yourself. Or should I say leave your socks on, it is winter after all?