Good-morning all,
I neglected to write and intro for this piece yesterday. A busy day for me celebrating with my family… As my son played rugby at the Leicester Tigers Ground. A proud mummy moment. Anyway I digress, so back on track. The following piece was written for a great friend of mine. I would write more about him, but he would not thank me for it. Most will assume there is a romantic connection here, but there is not such. See what you think...
Mr O
Secretly we converse,
Silently we wish to embrace.
My beautiful, intriguing Mr O
Where ever you are,
My desires choose to go
My tempting Mr O.
By Helen Stallard
February 16 2014
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