Whiskey lullaby
I watched her undress slowly. She had found me drinking whiskey alone at the Monterey Bay.I was drinking the whiskey and I was singing poetry to the Pacific.
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your long legs and river blue eyes make come alive and wish. Great love are like the storms of the wild sea. Just become myth and tale for thelover of the sea and the kiss. Every love experience is a myth. is it true? ? very fine poem. tony
You are quite good in narrative poems, I like the style.