Young Beau and Lady Love,
A poem…
The roar of the crowd is a like an animal.
On your knees, I look down at you.
She stretches and exposes her body, barely clothed and dripping with sweat.
((Of all things to get inspired to write … this is the word. Who knew. I couldn’t decide on which poem…
This one is for you Agent Ranch Hand 😘😘😘😘