Written by: DON JOHNSON

Meditation exists, my love the unkist waits in the rooms candle gleam, no stranger, a sweet comely miss, love lost, once, before and between, and a cuddle i stole, behind the door of the green, where willingly met, by the candle lit scene, i nuzzled tween breasts, the nipples erect, and happy i was there, in between, your nighty was white, see through it i might, permission i'm asking , in fever an steam :) right there in the midst of my dream:) Don Johnson ..........meditation rocks