Out in the Scottish Highlands
me with only you my love
bare chested & in your kilt
I'll whisper for the breeze to blow
show me what's not underneath
who can focus on scenery
when you are in front of me
with branch-like arms carrying ropes
brought special just for me....
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kitty the naughty poet (
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More ropes eh, those ropes in the picture are certainly strong enough for you.
Good fun write katie.
Andy
Lol thanks andy I'm sure my claws are sharp enough to get out of them though 😅
I got me long johns on under my kilt! lol.
Lol 😆
Me passion-killer! lol.
such fun, I do cherish your zest for life
it's infectious
what a gift, to imbue into your write's
thank you, dear Poet
Lol thanks mek
Heat, heat, heat, sweltering heat! - You are a master at your craft, Katie. Be proud of these words.
Thanks Gareth
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