cold sparrows watch as
snow falls. no sound as we press
warm cheek to warm cheek.
kansuzume
05 Feb 2014 12 Comments
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Feb 05, 2014 @ 20:09:04
Lovely, especially the thought of warm cheeks pressing together. Xo
Feb 05, 2014 @ 20:09:04
Lovely, especially the thought of warm cheeks pressing together. Xo
Feb 05, 2014 @ 20:17:22
Thank you. It is one of those simple intimate gestures that say so much
Feb 05, 2014 @ 20:19:59
Sensuous. 😉
Feb 05, 2014 @ 20:22:35
That dang tuxedo does it every time. No Tess, we ain’t dead yet!
Toni.
Feb 06, 2014 @ 08:11:37
Nice to know you name, Toni. No we ain’t.
Anyway, we have become too informal in our dress. I miss the tux.
Feb 06, 2014 @ 08:14:12
I agree. Nothing like a sharp dressed man.
Feb 06, 2014 @ 08:50:45
Sigh.
Feb 06, 2014 @ 01:11:04
Loved this little sweet poem 🙂
Feb 06, 2014 @ 09:30:10
Of course, a man in neat jeans and a polo shirt or white oxford cloth shirt with the the sleeves rolled to the elbows is no slouch either.
Feb 06, 2014 @ 14:01:04
Aww, love this one. 🙂
Feb 06, 2014 @ 14:34:35
I’m glad. It could be a kitty, or dog, or horse. Lucky came to visit in the snow a couple of weeks ago. Iwrapped up good and put an old quilt on him. While I was settling it, he turned to look at me. I put my hand on his head and rested my face against his.