Slowly, his heart slowed to something approaching normal and he finally pulled out of Vanna. In his head, he could hear her breathing grow ragged, her cries coming as drawn-out "aaaaaah"'s now
. .
. One night the flowers spoke of you;
They told of beauty shining through
The gloom filled byways of the night
With clear epiphanies of light,
Of dreaming eyes and luscious lips,
Of gorgeous breasts and supple hips,
They told of music in your smile
And praised your beauty quite some while. Sweetly scented summer flowers
Fill my sleepless, silent hours
With their whispered, honeyed stories
That tell of love and all its glories .
“Well I was coming back by the corral after I had dinner and she looked sad. “Oh Poncho that bay gelding out there
. Sand had drifted into the corners and a group of girls swept up and shoveled the sand to a small wagon they had with them
Slowly, his heart slowed to something approaching normal and he finally pulled out of Vanna. In his head, he could hear her breathing grow ragged, her cries coming as drawn-out "aaaaaah"'s now
. .
. One night the flowers spoke of you;
They told of beauty shining through
The gloom filled byways of the night
With clear epiphanies of light,
Of dreaming eyes and luscious lips,
Of gorgeous breasts and supple hips,
They told of music in your smile
And praised your beauty quite some while. Sweetly scented summer flowers
Fill my sleepless, silent hours
With their whispered, honeyed stories
That tell of love and all its glories .
“Well I was coming back by the corral after I had dinner and she looked sad. “Oh Poncho that bay gelding out there
. Sand had drifted into the corners and a group of girls swept up and shoveled the sand to a small wagon they had with them
Slowly, his heart slowed to something approaching normal and he finally pulled out of Vanna. In his head, he could hear her breathing grow ragged, her cries coming as drawn-out "aaaaaah"'s now
. .
. One night the flowers spoke of you;
They told of beauty shining through
The gloom filled byways of the night
With clear epiphanies of light,
Of dreaming eyes and luscious lips,
Of gorgeous breasts and supple hips,
They told of music in your smile
And praised your beauty quite some while. Sweetly scented summer flowers
Fill my sleepless, silent hours
With their whispered, honeyed stories
That tell of love and all its glories .
“Well I was coming back by the corral after I had dinner and she looked sad. “Oh Poncho that bay gelding out there
. Sand had drifted into the corners and a group of girls swept up and shoveled the sand to a small wagon they had with them
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