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: Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Click to 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.