Herbert Nehrlich - Come In?

Herbert Nehrlich - Come In?

She calls it contemplative, and, br so do the kids, they know, br from countless years of course. br It's when I daydream right at five br the happy hour, when I come alive. br br I sat there in my well worn chair, br quite still, no motion countered the idyll, br Wild Turkey, aged eight years, on ice br I saw you there, my Rachel. 'Well, how nice br to meet you in these depths my sensuous friend, ' br she answered, bubbling, saying nothing to the end. br br Don't worry, Ann, she did not drown, no way. br She kissed me from the surface with her agile tongue. br Soon we were bathing in the stuff. Jeesus I say, br back then I would have been, quite rightly, hung. br br I see her everywhere and feel the need to kiss, br she always smiles or is it just a grin? br It bugs me though that there is nought amiss br and she will always wave to me and say, come in.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-12

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