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Jealousy Rages

She storms into the room
there is fire in her eyes
and thunder in her step
rage rumbling reckless
She's livid
a live wire of fire
She's on the move
To punish
Is it a rumor or reality?
He has explaining to do...

She rushes at him
Pounding on his chest
words pent up all day
rush out in deluge
drenching him
he tries to pin her hands down
to make her understand
to undo this "misunderstand"
but she pushes him
her pride scorching him
her eyes sparking
passion raging


He pushes her against the wall
pins her hands above her head
"Listen to me!
You got it all wrong!!!"

she pushes against him
breasts heaving
legs kicking
and he's inflamed
her passion burns him
combusts in his mind
and he crushes her with his body
she bites his lips
as they close over hers
he loses his grip
her fingernails dig into his bare chest
trails of red
Growling in pain
He forces her....
kicking and screaming...
down to the floor
Pins her again
"Listen! WOMAN!"

She looks up into his face
and he goes for her mouth again
Taking her lips into his mouth
sucking fiercely
his tongue tames
fierce...his need to possess
to claim

She fights to free her hands
and they are on his neck
Pulling him
Her lips respond in like
his hand finds her hair
leverage...a grasp
he pulls to expose her neck
And he attacks
kisses...bites...His revenge
His innocence turned to intensity's indignation
she sighs...she moans...
the sounds goading him on
As he loses himself in her cleavage
licking up her perfume
His favorite scent...
sensuous sexy sweet

the storm is fever pitch
in a flash of lightning speed
He lies her bare
and thunders in the thighs
she opens for him...wide
eyes closed 
she bites her lower lip
to muffle her cries
as he rides....rides
His victory ride of righteous pride
and she's left
in a storm of tears
of her insane jealousy

the storm passes over
and in the stillness
he speaks...
his voice shattered...weak
in her presence now calm

"Your anger is beautiful
your rage my relish...
but now...come,"
His voice a whisper
as he pulls her in to him
"Come into my arms
and know the truth....
You're my one and only
My Passion STORM
Is YOU....YOU overrated."

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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The Ramblings of The Water Mistress

I feel the water
above me
below me
all around me
loving me

I go further down
to touch the bottom of the pool
and there
on the two painted dolphins
I push my hands down
and my feet break free from the water
shooting up into the air
my handstand
For a moment
I revel the erectness of my form
My legs above the water
the water trickling down them

I bring them back down
and burst out of the water
head and chest pushing out
Hair...laden with water
swung back
spraying a trajectory of liquid crystals behind me
I take in the air
I smile
I live
I breath
my arms move back and forth
I dip in again
then swim to the far side of the pool
I hold on to the metal hand guards
Put my legs out on the side of the pool
Knees bent
I push myself below the surface
looking around...
my playground
the water, my home

I'm in my element
I'm free
weightless and happy
the muffled sounds
and dancing lights on the surface
flirt with me
I stay for as long as I can
then I break the surface
Floating on my back
I look at the sky
I feel sublime
chest and tummy tasting the air
I'm there
where in my mind
I'm beautiful and divine
sultry mistress of the water
he's touching every part of me
I'm free
I'm free


I am never as happy as when I'm swimming....the pool lets me be more creative, but I also enjoy swimming in the Mediterranean sea. I've been called a dolphin.... I'm more like another aquatic mammal at present, but even those creatures are graceful and beautiful in the water. Summer is coming....

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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A Silk Rose

I run my hands down your silk shoulders
till our hands are in each others.
As our bodies lightly touch,
these lips can only kiss.
I whisper softly
my only words,
I love you

by Michael J Falotico 2nd place in
"Poetic Art" contest by the Sweetheart

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012

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My Star

Of all of the things
I like about you best,
that one special thing,
your, "apart from the rest".
Our creative adventures
are hands down, by far,
the best of my best times,
which makes you my star.
My former forevers 
found paths of their own,
each playing their part
in the ways I have grown.
There's so much of me
I would never have known
had I not let my heart
take its chances when shown.

With a precedence set
of what to expect 
disappointment was easy
to learn to accept.
Sharing my passions
was only a dream
and fairly uncommon, 
or so did it seem.

It was after the breaking
and building of me,
you came to unlock
what's inside with your key.
One specially made
to be used in due time,
to finally see 
my life's reasons in rhyme.

My creative companion, 
my, "never to be"
was suddenly sharing
a lifetime with me.
How could I appreciate 
such a rare find,
without having first lived
with a much different kind.

At times I'd reflect and wish 
we had more past,
especially now 
that the years go so fast.
I was being prepared
to be where you are,
here in my heaven
embracing my star.

                -Jeannie Minor

Copyright © Jeannie Minor | Year Posted 2016

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...dedicated to Juvie

We are in each other's arms, and dancing...
the lights are low, and the music is soft.
You perfume is so delicate, like a fresh
spring rain. We are cheek to cheek,
and in another world. A man tries to
butt in, and I shoo him away... no way
is anyone taking my girl away from me.
We take our seats, as I pull your chair
out for you. You say you have to go to
the ladies' room to freshen up, but you
look fine to me... a princess with her prince.
We dance some more, and I steal a kiss.
In your black cocktail dress you are by far
the loveliest woman there. The chandeliers
are twinkling in your eyes. "I love you so,"
I gently whisper. "Hold me close!" 
We leave early... I open the car door for
you, and make sure you are comfortable.
When we arrive home we rush into the
bedroom. You slip off your dress, and I
get out of my tuxedo. "Scrabble?" you ask.
'Scrabble it is!" I reply. In jeans and
sweatshirts we sit on the living room floor.
You beat me hands down! I ask you if you
want to play again and, sleepily, you say no.
"Let's go to bed and cuddle!" you suggest...
and so we do. The perfect end to a perfect evening.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009

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His weeping heart

Her eyes stared into the open heart that stood infront of her, she paused for a long minute
As if the minute were to last a life time she stood still, with an idle look
Gazing eyes, golden honey was the color that sparkled the rays of the sun upon contact
A gentle wind flew witnessing the event that would bond the hearts for ever, a promise it took

Her lips, O' where to begin to describe them, so full and red
They too stared, as if they spoke and asked of me to kiss them, to speak on them, a beautiful verse
A bright gloss made them shine, oh how I desired to make love to her with my words of spoken art
Those lips enchanted me, they hypnotized my every sense, a love curse

Her body, truly the shape of an angels, so pure to my touch, every curve, soft to caress
My arms around her, my hands playing with her hair, my fingertips kissing her entirely
Running my hands down her back, speaking to her inner soul and they made a deal
For I fell so hard in love with her, with her voice, her way of being, her body

I held her very thght, to my heart joy it brought, even a dream spontaneously arose
It sang unto my spirit, and right there and then my heart spoke out in rhyme, a beautiful note composed
I awoke unto a new dream, within my dream, of holding her hand, kissing her smile
All in my heart a motion album played, her and I starring in my living scene, art was the style

At the edge of a dock we once sat, kissing and telling stories to come
In her eyes I saw my dreams coming true, her pupils smiled at me and some
The skies are her mirrors, such beauty can cast a spell on the stars themselves off chart
I awoke into reality, she stood by me, holding my hand cheering up my weeping heart

Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2009

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dreams are just for dreaming

I slip on through the smoke screens
hitting just a little too close
night vision is a bonus
to help me see right through
no different from what I discovered
some things will never change
and I leave you like I found you
with nothing rearranged

I once passed you on the road
your thumb out, hitchin a ride
I was carrying a heavy load
construction made a difficult drive
no places on the shoulder
no pull off posted by sign
I stop in the middle of the street
getting ticketed for my time

dreams are just for dreaming
made up of hazy fantasies
real life is for real living
not framing in a picture frame
you take what He hands down
place it with all the rest
you do with it what you can
hoping that you safely land

so I stand on solid ground
as the world spins round and round
it is my competitive nature
that won't let me back down
I once took my best shot
got a ribbon for second place
but I was in the running
I accept my trophy with grace

Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010

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Every body has heard of wonder women,
This fearless lady who guards America,
Riding around in her invisible jet, with
A rope of truth tied around her waste. 
Where ever evil intentions may rear it's 
Ugly head and danger may strike, 
Head on she'll face these challenges,
On our behalf and come out as the 
Winner no matter what.
Now fiction is fun, imagination wow,
But in my book super mom has wonder
Woman licked hands down.
She needs no fancy outfit, comfort jeans
Will do, and stained ripped up T-shirt,
She cares not what she looks like, 
As long as the duty roster calls, super mom
Will tackle the job, without hesitation.
What are her super powers, you may ask,
Able to leap the diaper pail in a single bound,
Dodging flying toys faster than the speeds of sound.
She has no rope of truth, but a handy dandy plunger,
Just encase an over flow happens, believe me
No floods ichy water will ever touch her domestic
Hugs and kisses medicine, are her greatest 
Healing powers, wiping away sorrows tears
With just a single glance, and soft words of
Praises reassurance.
The invisible jet, forget that moms suv of
Wonders is just fine with me, it's her four
Tire alter-rain vehicle, come what may
It gets us through the toughest of seasons,
Rain, snow, heat or the last minute emergency.
I could never repay what this wonderful
Person has done to contribute into making me 
What I am today.
But super mom, will always be the greatest, of all super 
Hero's to me.


Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

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The Indian

In a vally, so deep and narrow.
We find the indian, him and his bow and arrow.
Where waters which flow in a steady current.
Cover the rocks and the stones, which forever flourish.

Bucks and buffalo cross this channel.
Easy prey, for the bow and arrow.

On this dark dim dusk filled day.
We find the indian, him and his easy prey.
He pulled out his arrow.
Rosined up his bow.
Drew back hard.
Kept his hands down low.
He fired his arrow.
It flew through the air.
There lie the buffalo; and the indian, 
who didn't care..

Indian Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2015..ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2015

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Get Home

Broke down
On the side of the road
Got no where to go 
Just a flat tire
Slept in the car till day light
Thumbed a ride to a Texaco
Man says, “Girl you look wiped out, 
You could stay at my place for the night.”
Ain’t got no control ain’t got no money

So what do you say honey?

Wiped out left alone
On this American road
Yeah, I’m wiped out left alone
Got no place left to go

Rain running down the window shield
Tears in my ears got everything to lose
Make up don’t do me no good
Can’t afford change, got no lipstick to wear
Put your hands down my dress
Ugly man what a mess
Bend over it’s all over

So what do you say honey?

Wiped out left alone
On this American road
Yeah, I’m wiped out left alone
Got no place left to go.

Wiped out left  alone
Wiped out I can’t get home.

Wiped out left alone
Wiped out I can’t get home

Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014

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People Like You

When I was young.I saw the light.
Saw the light of the morning sky.
You took my hand, when you came to me.
I stole a kiss, it just set me free.

'Cause people like you, make the world go round.
People like you, make the world go round.
Round and round.Make the world go round.
People like you, make the world go round.

Our days are short.Our nights are long.
Stay together with me, and we'll sing our song.
Keep your head up high.Keep your hands down low.
Stand next to me, and your heart will grow.

'Cause people like you, make the world go round.
People like you, make the world go round.
Round and round.Make the world go round.
People like you, make the world go round.

Time is still on my side, when you're next to me.
This is the place that you have to be.
Stay in one place.Stay next to me.
You are the only girl for me.

'Cause people like you, make the world go round.
People like you, make the world go round.
Round and round.Make the world go round.
People like you, make the world go round.

People like you.People like me.
People like you, make the world go round...

R & B Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1991,2014..ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

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I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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Tastes Like Chicken

I don't care about turkey,
chicken wins hands down.
No need for any gravy,
it is never dry.
Add baked potatos,
some brussel sprouts too.
Yummy, yum,

The chicken, a lowly bird
In turkey's shadow
On the day it should be safe
It rests on my plate
Next to Brussels sprouts
and double baked potatoes 
Baptized with

For Andrea Dietrich's "Make me drool" contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

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Afternoon Naps

Is there any better sleep than an afternoon nap? I think not, my Soup friendlies Hands down, it's like I imagine what heaven is like Not that I'm in any big hurry to make the trip I really don't advise doing this if you haven't retired yet Your boss could get a cranky old sod Especially if you have your afternoon nap In the middle of a very important client meeting Perhaps then you might know what it's like to be retired When I was much younger I envisioned retirement As being “put out to pasture” It ain't happened yet, I'm still full of “viss and pinegar” As a hobby, I started searching some recipes online And have made some tantalizing dishes Which turned out pretty good for a rookie chef Much to Cathie's delight I might add! So my afternoon naps have been a lot less frequent recently Along with writing poetry and cooking up a storm I'm having to allot some special nap time What a twist that's turned out to be! © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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ab antiquo ab extra


From the ancient from beyond where breath could not escape where vapors of the lost intwine the catacombs I stumble through a labyrinthine of painted promise where voices of the dead chant songs of the sacred after world Forging deeper within the tomb where the air hangs desolate the eerie silence consumes my mind aflutter in amazement I follow the dusty hallways to a small stairway running my hands down the ancient volcanic wall I fall to my knees as a burst of ash fills my lungs in gratitude I translate the faded inscription......Jesus Christ = Son Of God = Savior _____________

Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2014

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Words can not explain
What I wish I could say
We've been together since Kindergarten 
And seen each other every day

From Barbie Dolls and secret clubs
To gossip and boyfriends
I can't believe our time here's through
And the "real world" soon begins

You're my best friend, hands down
But the good times aren't in the past
Cuz we'll be together next year
College life will be a Blast!

Copyright © Ashley Smith | Year Posted 2007

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Battle of the two Giants

High noon announced the duel of the giants

Poetry and Hip Hop gunslinging the date was set

One accused the other of raping the verbal world

As poetry sighted the words of Poe, hip hop did hurl

"Cant you rock these lame %$# words in slow

That dumb %&# Raven needs to be defeathered bro"

Poetry stood back and shook his hands down low

Reaching for his quilt using hip hop as ink he wrote

"The sound of silence is gold when you release your soul,

I need to feel the heartbeat of man so go!"

Hip hop now breakdancing on the floor

Laughed at this poor attempt to show poetrys gold

"You call that soul? I see it as a blind man,

Using fancy words to hide your fears so grand"

As poetry began to write another line

12:00 o clock came up as the sun did shine

Both stood back to back drawing their weapons

As the countdown to the duel approached like a new son

3 steps forward both rhymers turned about face

Two bangs later the smoke cleared both were embraced

The two giants knelt to ground their hearts did bleed

This time not of words but of blood so clean

At the same time both died as they killed each other

Why not write about how we are killing one another

Black vs White, hip hop vs poetry

Same old siht but this time its affecting me

Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2006

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Absence of Color

Up and down motion
  waved in
Looking right into the mouth of sin
  Hands down
looking around town
  for the one who would love me for me
then the we can begin
  Damned to be in a world
of selfishness,
and betrayal
  The veil that blankets me
only he can tell
  Shaded with the absence of color
Beautiful I am
  but... still the rainbow I seek
The remembrance of the destruction of the weak
  Meek I am
just like a baby
  Hoping one day he would save me
Save me from damnation and segregation  

Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2015

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Being rather shy myself,i have took this onboard people from all walks of life, a differant approach toward many varieties blatant,cheeky,funny or just plain kind our good friend Maca,accumulates,and so this you will find. He could haggle a haggler at his height and win,hands down without no plight yet genorousity, thoughtfullness and he is so neat his old saying being " shy kids get no sweets" He has an air about him,that puts you ease is a ladys gentleman,sometimes a little tease in times of needs or trouble,he wouldn`t turn his back even when you`re being accused, of claiming his big mac. ;)
Paul Beadnall for: Sponsor Constance La France ` A Rambling Poet ~ Contest Name A Short Poem, Please DEDICATED TO ANDREW McPARTLAND .

Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011

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Tickling a funny bone

Something new and exciting
At our all boys school
Today we're going diving 
At an open air swimming pool .

All the boys are bragging 
As we get on board the bus
Not an ounce of testosterone was flagging
In any one of us .

Into the changing room 
I look splendid in my trunks 
A fifteen year old shy buffoon
Thinking he looks like a hunk .

I'm standing in the shallow end 
Just the local beauty queen and me 
Shockwaves through my body she sends 
When she brushes past me accidentally .

Bumps in all the right places 
Where should I rest my eyes 
Blood rushing to my face 
As something in my trunks begins to rise .

Darren get out of the water 
It is time for us to dive 
Sir , Do I really have to ?
Let me stay until the other boys arrive .

Watson. Stop slouching 
Get your hands down by your side
She's grinning and pouting 
There's nowhere for me to hide .

Dazzling me with beauty 
but what she did was foul
She stopped right in front of me 
You should see where she hung her towel.

My suffering wasn't wasted
The other guys with jealousy were sick
When she kissed me on the cheek and said 
''See ya later donkey dick .

If you were the girl that told me that 
Might I give you a warning 
My ex has seen the thing you were looking at 
and says you need to get your eyes checked in the morning. 


Copyright © DARREN WATSON | Year Posted 2014

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Halloween City Style

         Which - 'Witch' is which :)
 when a Bat doesn't need a ball to fly home,
 can’t tell a Black Kat from a black cat in Rome 
 a wood bat has no wings to hit one homer,
      havin' fun, can't stay home alone
   Which Jack Lantern beats a Pumpkin 
 in one’s store hands-down:) a hand crafted,
 one set alone...over any other lit in a window 
             at someone's home, 

   Witch screams from a 'mat' is louder... 
 than a cat, or 'Kat's Tale' when stepped on 
       then asked 'What is the mat-ter' 

 Witch's hungry howls for a 'Black Kat' 
       thirsty to mugg some new Witch... 
 costumed 'City Kat' on some 'White block', 
   draped in a black cape, on a  black pitch
     night, not Knight, all out of candy rock
  Which U hear- Ghostly bats or Witch's HELLO? 
 'WhO' me or BOO; on Fright Night’s city streets, 
     Witch Trick's or treat for pumpkin sweets... 
   which is, also known, in our City as Holloween. 

Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013

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A Simple Solution

Smiles of joy always win hands down The main ingredient for combatting a frown Simple and yet Not everyone gets This simple solution to all negativity © Jack Ellison 2016

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016

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The Gift Of A Lifetime

(Dedicated to Wonder Woman) Love, love, love, what is love? This is how I would describe love When we feel it for the absolute very first time It's like nothing we've ever felt before We start doing irrational things We feel like we're walking three feet off the ground We see beautiful flowers where none exist We feel warm on the coldest of winter days Nothing and no one can bring down our mood It's the happiest most exciting time of our life Feeling the love of another person ranks up there As one of the greatest thrills one can ever experience Compared to love, all else pales, Love wins hands down It's what we live for, why we exist The moon above in a sea of twinkling stars Would rank second to this treasure of treasures When that one person comes along, no one need tell us We know immediately! Eternal love... the gift of a lifetime! © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Smile Damn It, Smile

Don't look now but I think our long awaited spring Has finally decided to honour us with her presence YUP! The earth is yawning and waking up From a very long winter's nap She's still a bit groggy but the signs are there Snow is all gone, temps are rising The birdies are singing their happy refrains Us humans seem to have an extra skip in our step It's the sweetest time of the year hands down Our outlook has become sunny once again After another tough Canadian winter But hey! That's all behind us now Let's all sing happy songs and smile Damn it... SMILE! © Jack Ellison 2015

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2015

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A dog goes to flea market

                                A DOG GOES TO FLEA MARKET

                  A dog goes to flea market with foam in the mouth,
                 Faces the music of flea , bought fleas with a crown;
                                   They are ectoparasite
                                  Distant cousins of a mite
               'O Finger lickin' good', they say with their hands down.

© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 2014

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014