Under the thick mushorrms is a small groove soft to touch but often roudy the wiskey was warm, gulbed it neat to aflot the nose, he pulled the entire body still can catch on my senses, i can breathe i want the world drown Its a mid may night im floting on the river with the ferry playing 3 doors down he swims so well in the moon dipped water call's me in the lurid desire enslaved is my dream to his drousy request go-deep without my cupid attire man oh man u make me feel read and smile..yes me confess we share or lives a part of time finish the day keep the 's
great work monica dicosta i tried this song in Dm Bb f and c thnx ............ waiting for ur next poem.....