why whisper me sweet nothings.. just scream dirty somethings.. tempt me with a dash of lemon.. splash me with your eau pétillante.. drench me in your fountain of damnation.. you can leave me the bill.. as you’ve left me the thrill..
Filed under daily, Fun, Poetry
Tagged as argument, café, causing a scene, drinks, fight, lovers' tiff, row, spat, walk out
this is great like an old saying stop whispering sweet nothings in my ear
thanx.. short but sweet this one.. 😉
love the word play.
Glad to see you share.
way to go.
I’m all in favour of shareware.. 🙂
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