Tête-à-Tête Posted on January 2, 2012 by Pamela under Poetry/Prose Mine he kissed her crushed rose mary lèvres drank of her lemon balm swilled her mint tincture awaited her aromatic sigh © Pamela Rossow About these ads Click it!Google +1FacebookTwitterStumbleUponDiggPinterestRedditLinkedInTumblrEmailLike this:Like Loading...
omg — i’m not sure i’m supposed to be reading this! hah! i feel like i just might have eves dropped on something too intimate… Reply
Sigh
and more sighs
Ha-ha, yes.
imagery and aromas inspire such intoxication. love this! xx
Thanks. xoxoxo
And I thought you were talking about Tea. oh well
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Sure ya did.
Fragrant!
-ELLE
Gotta love herbs
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Intimate….
xo
omg — i’m not sure i’m supposed to be reading this! hah! i feel like i just might have eves dropped on something too intimate…
Well–my muses were romance and beauty last night when I wrote it.
Ahhhh goose bumps mon amour!
<3 ya, Sav.
Wow, passionate love and fresh breath!
Beautifully done, simply loved it, thanks!
Ha-ha, yes, didn’t think of it quite that way
Love this one too! So gentle you write.
Thanks, hon. xo
Le sigh.
Hug.
Happy New Year. Sensually lovely poem.
Stu!!!! Happy 2012! Hope you get a little time to breathe in the new year!
So sensual! Loved it, Pam!
Yay for great kisses
xo