Unless You Ask
Unless you ask I will always make you go before the birds invoke the dawn, leave our scent on the crumpled sheets to the cat. Still I confess there are no sweeter lips…
I was Doc Holliday and you were my Texas gal..
Pretty Texas gal name Sara would find me on the weekends. She would take me home and keep me sane. She would hold me tightly and she would sing to me, playing her… Continue reading