"What are you doing outside?" I motioned with my head for
the cat to follow me, which it did
. .
. KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 --9-29-100
You tell me I can rub my fingers--
my palms--
on, through, and over
your soft, jet-black,
almost fur--hair. "Oh, you did me good--
You did me good, beautiful woman,
beautiful baby
"What are you doing outside?" I motioned with my head for
the cat to follow me, which it did
. .
. KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 --9-29-100
You tell me I can rub my fingers--
my palms--
on, through, and over
your soft, jet-black,
almost fur--hair. "Oh, you did me good--
You did me good, beautiful woman,
beautiful baby
"What are you doing outside?" I motioned with my head for
the cat to follow me, which it did
. .
. KESSLING ( a poem by Stardust 8937 --9-29-100
You tell me I can rub my fingers--
my palms--
on, through, and over
your soft, jet-black,
almost fur--hair. "Oh, you did me good--
You did me good, beautiful woman,
beautiful baby
