☘ I was a Flower of the mountain yes . . .

when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and
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2 Responses to ☘ I was a Flower of the mountain yes . . .

  1. Kate Wyer says:

    Major tattoo idea envy. Such a beautiful piece.

    Molly’s words are often on my mind, too.

    • Brian K. says:

      UNSAID searched for a soul that might resemble our own and we could not find it. We rummaged in all the corners of the earth: our perseverance was useless. Yet we could not remain alone. There must be someone who approved of our character; there must be someone who had the same ideas as ours.

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