A moment from my day:
I laid back, water plugging all sound from my ears, and looked up through my shades at the silver-lined clouds. The water was ninety degrees. I have a parrot under one arm and a crab under the other, keeping me afloat. A jet silently raced overhead, its thick, white trail being pulled across the sky.
Morning glories woke me up, the sun kept me happy, and now Louis Armstrong and fellow jazz musicians are reminding me how simple life can be.
Sure, I'm lonely to hold a hand, to smell a neck, to kiss a smile. My fingers twitch to play with silky strands of hair or idly scratch soft shoulders. But damn I'm lucky. I'm so very, very lucky to have what I have today.
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When I feel lonely, I think of you.
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