Bluff Knoll. It began as a rivulet then turned to a trickle, and following the showers, a running creek.
It Starts Slow
That sultry night,
I felt your heart speaking,
as I traced the line of your neck
to your lips,
while in the small of your back
a bead was speaking of your passion,
and just for a moment,
I felt you shudder.
©Paul Vincent Cannon