The perfect evening would be out on a patio while a full moon is in effect. A slight breeze whispering through the air while it tickles your hair. Listening to a vintage jazz record, some Miles Davis would be heavenly. Love the sound the needle makes as it is hitting that vinyl right before the first song plays. Along with a glass of Marco Negri chilled, enjoying the condensation as it rolls of off my wine stem....yep a toast to a perfect night. Yet of course the only thing that would make that even better, would be near the ocean to hear the waves crash as they meet and greet only to part again so soon. #POETRY #LIFE #PEACE
Offering my words up as I pour them out through the form of my stories and poetry. Some are safe...all our delightfully hedonic.
9.16.2015
The perfect evening
The perfect evening would be out on a patio while a full moon is in effect. A slight breeze whispering through the air while it tickles your hair. Listening to a vintage jazz record, some Miles Davis would be heavenly. Love the sound the needle makes as it is hitting that vinyl right before the first song plays. Along with a glass of Marco Negri chilled, enjoying the condensation as it rolls of off my wine stem....yep a toast to a perfect night. Yet of course the only thing that would make that even better, would be near the ocean to hear the waves crash as they meet and greet only to part again so soon. #POETRY #LIFE #PEACE
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