O Tongue, Sir, thou I salute with glee -
How canst I but marvel at thee? -
What gloriousness thy countenance betrays, -
This pinkish slab of muscle, that spotted uneven fray -
Thy cuteness magnified, those movements, that grace, -
With that speckled form, thy crowning one's face. -
O Tongue, Sir, this but an ode be -
Declareth I, how I worship thee! -
Come and go, come and go, touch and whisper, on and off, you: top, i: top, paint, words, videos, music, pictures and priceless love. the world turns round and comes full circle. karma...do your thing! punishment is mine!
I was thinking about this karma thing just few mins ago. By the way, Your blog is my favorite! Hard to get, mysteries! sometimes!
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ReplyDeleteTrue..I have a habit of talking in riddles.
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