Hi Jan
I'm afraid it's on with the layers now summer is over. I get cold far too quickly to even think of taking my sweater off and it is back to socks and thick PJs in bed.
Take it off-
Let it slip down slide down ride down glide down-
d o w n
d o w n
your
arms
need
nothing-
no sweater now
There is a very sensual feel to this poem. I could almost imagine someone whispering the words to me while taking the sweater (would probably have to be a cardi) off me.
Hmm yes, I might be warm then.
I enjoyed the read
Nina
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