Pixie Dust Poetries By Linda J. Wolff

Pixie Dust Poetries By Linda J. Wolff pixie dust in the air and the masculine murmuring of your voice filter softly into my ears, We awaken morning slumber. your fingertips trace poetries onto my forehead and you curl around my waist, a palm fern furling around with tentacle arms, standing along the pathway after a […]