A very good start to this Sunday morning with a muse. — kenne
She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and more. She loved me, I had cash for the whiskey and the side of the water. She told me, never mix together the whiskey and the water. Whiskey need to go down hard and the water make it easier.
She told me. Let’s not trifle with love words. Words become meaningless and the only proof that matters. Is the Scottish whiskey, the good song and us, bare-ass at 4 am. You and I. Just lies and stories, we have become drunk on whiskey kisses and we loved the witches hours. We use and abuse our skin till we cannot no-more. This is all we need.
I caressed her long legs, I kissed her stomach and I wrote…
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Becoming is Superior to Being 
Thank you my friend.
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