I want to touch you…
kiss you, love you, make you mine.
Too bad you’re not real.
©2017 what sandra thinks
I want to touch you…
kiss you, love you, make you mine.
Too bad you’re not real.
©2017 what sandra thinks
Liam Sullivan's Ideas and Reflections
Wordpress simulcast of the official A to Z Challenge blog
Writing is a craft. I practice it here. Stellar stuff. Mediocre stuff. Don't bother stuff.
the fictional journal of Katie K.
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.” — Maya Angelou
Photos, art, and a little bit of LIT.
A Look on the Brighter Side of Life
Now that is pretty damned good!!!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very nice 💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you ♥
LikeLike
Wow!!!💜
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks! ❤
LikeLike
Bravo Sandra 🙂 xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I suspect this isn’t an uncommon sentiment. 😕
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m sure it’s not…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hell, 2 of my 3 close friends are in that boat too. My mom was for years. My aunt. No, not uncommon at all. 😔
LikeLiked by 1 person
I have to live in my fantasy world…
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh, I do too. Just mine involves sun, sand, and saltwater. We all live in a fantasy world of some sort, I’d assume. 😃
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’d like the man to be real… sigh…
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’d like that sun, sand, and saltwater to be real too. Desperately! 😃
LikeLiked by 1 person
At least you know where to find it… 🙂 My situation is far more complicated… 😐
LikeLiked by 1 person
Fair enough. 😕
LikeLiked by 1 person