Since I graduated college in 1994 I have worked in the field of social work in some capacity. Having done it for sometime now I consider myself to be somewhat of a professional observer on the human condition. Writing for me has always been my escape.
Stinging cold wind howls against the ice caked windows as another January has set in
Gray and melancholy mixing in a twisted partnership of gloom lurk in the dusk before night
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Sunshine smile
Hypnotic hips
There is no way I could get enough of your lips
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