This woman. In her four inch heeled, candy apple red leather boots. With legs tall, long, and thin. With her ass tight jacket, and freed long hair. Wearing that french push up under her trendy T-shirt, that everyone comments on. Who stays out till one in the morning, and gets a little bit drunk. Who walks home, at night, all by herself. Listening to only the stars.
Who is this woman? and where did she come from?
I don't know the answer, but I'll tell you this much. I like her. And I want her to stay.

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the stars sing and the stars dream and we rediscover the parts of ourselves too long hidden too long suppressed . . .
the cat walks by herself and knows herself and explores in herself the starry spinning-planet universe . . .
we discover what we need we fall backwards into who we are
we cherish and nourish the good the better the best
dream on woman of the night strewn city
Holy Hannah honey!!
((((((((Beautiful Sad Vixen)))))))
I'd like to be in touch - but I want to know that I'm respecting your space. Let me know if you'd appreciate contact. Big hug - Mouse
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