Her passionate eyes
held mine as she elegantly
voiced her heart’s intent.
When she looked away
I snuck a peek into her cleavage
and immediately looked up,
embarrassed, apologizing
to the sky and all
the women in my heart.
But I chanced another glance as soon as I could.
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Narble Furt Lives 
Your world. Always entertaining.
Yes. Wrote this last week after talking with a dear friend who was dressed as usual. I am comfortable with boys being boys and girls being girls. And yeah yeah yeah “men” and “women” sure, yew betcha, but somewhere in the labyrinths that we all are, we are still boys and girls. Thank goodness.
Haha. I mean, who wouldn’t?