by Rene Foran
scratch my back
strum up and down
slowly
with your thumb
and index finger
tuck my hair
behind my ear
listen as you
tune my senses
tell me about
the time you
lived in Carolina
and what my
smile does
for you
speak to me
of fire and rain
of love showers and
rollercoasters
then I just want you to
stop...
and love me
sweetly.
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Just like ... yes.
sultry beat like an old JT song...
*
Rene,
I like this a lot and thanks for making me listen to some Taylor.
*
James...just thanks...
Thanks, Susan that's was I was hoping for.
Matt. Thank you, and I would think JT thanks you too :)
Bill, *..that's good, right?
Nice work. Enjoyed the read.
Rene, I think "*" is shorthand for "fav."
Which I just gave this/you, too.
Because it is the best Rene Foran I've ever read - at least, the piece that has moved me the most.
Love this. Plain and simple.
Thank you, Sam.
Ah Boudreau...blush :)
"Bill, *..that's good, right?"
Yes, absolutely, Rene. * = fave