Beaming down Beacon Street Glazed donut face Floating on footsteps That lead to my place This Saturday morning Friday night didn’t end All my senses are filled With a stranger turned friend There was just a connection The feeling was right A few drinks a few laughs Then a kiss with a bite A nod … Continue reading Beaming Down Beacon Street
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