Freedom Sought

Consciously embraced her soul,

With a weed cigarette in his hand,

Lips pushed the silky laugh to a new believer.

A dime time love.

And a delicious tender look begins the ever falling desire.

Bittersweet kisses.

Hold the look in your eyes.

Buy me your time.

Give me that same freedom.

Never let me go.

Linda L. Wilson
8-28-08