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:LinkedInRedditTwitterFacebookPocketPinterestTumblrTelegramSkypeWhatsAppEmailPrintLike this: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.