245 August 16, 2021August 12, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings She would ride Her surfboard On the monster waves She would frequently Tiptoe On top of the razorblade Worked as a bartender Up and down the coast One night She tied me To the bedposts Had her way Then was gone Like a ghost Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
The Hermit Poet's Ramblings 
Most unusual … but I like it! 🌟
I can relate. Sometimes it’s all about the booty call. 😊 I hope she turned u lose before she left.