Ambassador Topic -

Pleasure

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Succubus

Is it wrong for me to want others to look at me in lust?
Even in my youth, I've never been able to...

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Starvation and Bravery

Starvation and Bravery

Smoking weeds
a winter thing for me
warm comfort
hibernating
blinds drawn...

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Scooter girl

Scooter girl
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After our outing at Liberty...

After our outing at Liberty Ministries

(Sanatoga, Pennsylvania location)

I luxuriated as inkling of spring 2021
offered sneak...

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The Little Things

The sound of the birds singing in the early sunrise
The buds of the trees newly formed for spring...

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Friendly pirate wannabe...

Friendly pirate wannabe flies his Jolly Roger...

while surfing cyber seas today March 2nd, 2021.

Actually yours truly quite a literate codger...

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CATHEDRAL CAT

Let me tell you all about the cathedral cat
Thought by many as tubby but definitely not fat
...

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Carpe Diem

Top ‘O The Morning

Carpe Diem

Carpe Diem

Top ‘O the morning to ya
How doodie do

I’m feeling well
Thank you...

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Nature talks humans hide

Layed naked in a tree
My curves the first to see
My body feeling the vibes from the earth...

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Benches

Benches

Benches

Benches to sit
Benches to gaze
Benches to while
Good days away...

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Come to the carnival 🎪

Come to the carnival 🎪

The carnival is in town, yes let us go to the fair

Everybody who is anybody and all others will be...

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A worthy Wordsworth ?🤣

A worthy Wordsworth ?🤣

Millions of mish-mashes meandering amidst my mused head

Betwixt trails of thoughts thinking...

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OH TO BE YOUNG AGAIN

Dirty faces
Untied laces
Climbing trees
Bruised knees
Oh to be young again...

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Nature's Ballerina

Nature's Ballerina

Prolific blooms dancing in the shadows waving goodbye to the light
Pirouetting, swirling, dancing it...

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KISSING THE SKY

Wonder what it would be like to kiss the sky
Something I want to do before I pop off and die...

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On Cloud nine 💕

On Cloud nine 💕

There’s a little voice that thinks I am mad.. “Why must I write?” as I pickup my pen on this Monday night...