Golden laughter so high,
I’d rest a while -beaming in the dusty haze;
we’d see sun’s shadow and dance.
Before too long, my make up run- right into me.
My feet never felt the ground shake like this.
Ooo-wee, my hips have a mind of their own.
Evening skips along freezing time.
Nothing can compare – foggy cedar tryst
Suede Mocha, pecan pie
dark chocolate lover,
Homemade banana pudding
Nanna’s Jamaican’ hands are singing.
And we not going home til- the morning comes. 😉