Were I persuasive I’d roll you between
My thumb and forefinger until pliable
But you exhaust now my ingenuity.
I am too distracted to seduce… 45 more words
At Sea, bound from Bermuda to St. Thomas
6 August 1947
I’m very close to you this evening. It’s a truly beautiful night. The ship has a merry pitching roll, as if deep down in her dark insides, she was laughing at a fellow who falls in love, then goes to sea. 236 more words
The day that I will get to study abroad in Malaga, Spain, is inching closer at an unbelievable pace. Thankfully, I have begun my “research” early, and I have a treat to share today. 1,650 more words