Mexico by Ginette T BelleHer eyes kept drifting to where the water french kissed the pearl sand as she slowly roasted her coconut sunscreen-slathered skin in the hot mexican sun. Even the tequila bleeding through the grenadine sunrise in the frosted glass squeezed between warm skin wasn't enough to drown out his face. 10/20/2004 Posted on 10/20/2004 Copyright © 2024 Ginette T Belle
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Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/20/04 at 09:25 PM Exquisite imagery! Tequilla sunrises oft lead to hazy foggy minded sunsets... and your right, the images of what you are trying to forget most usually hover right above the horizon. Great read. |
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/22/04 at 10:11 AM Yes, its the success of the poet to present the scene as seen and yes, you did this successfully. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/22/04 at 06:41 PM Olah! The kind of descriptive writing you just don't want to stop. |
Posted by Sam Roberts on 10/25/04 at 04:36 AM heaven in 50 words x |
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