Mid-January, Rain - January 13, 2012 |
January 12, 2004 Blossom I want to be a jasmine flower. I want to be picked in the dark of night when I'm at my most fragrant, in a New Orleans courtyard where jazz meets jambalaya. I want to ride down Bourbon Street in a dark-skinned woman's cleavage and feel her heart beating as she anticipates what will happen later with the man walking next to her, his hand entwined in hers. |
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