Midnight sail and moonlight. I remember sunset, and gentle breeze. Leaving the city lights behind, and gazing at the moon. Mountains of clouds. Waves slapping our boat. It was easy to forget that love has no direction, or need for compass. Let it guide you to its destination. ~ , 2016 - Fidelis O Mkparu
Instead of fumbling with hot beakers andBunsen burners, I concentrated on the leisurely pursuit of fondling. - Fidelis O Mkparu