Pacific standard time
The new virtual world.
Pacific standard time
New virtual world of dating ( hopefully only for a little while).
I might get high tonight and fly to you tonight.
I need you in my arms and within reach.
Even if for a minute.
Ya boy, you got me smitten.
You know it, I do too,
You feel the same way back.
You show it in so many ways.
From us folding our laundry together, virtually.
To you reading bedtime stories together with your daughter and I
To my morning serenades,
Man give me those lips and smile too, you know. The ones I wake up to.
Man you got me here craving for you.
Do I really want to buy this ticket tonight?
-ej
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Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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