To him,
I was yet
just another
gorgeous,
masculine,
muscular,
brilliant,
charming,
sexy,
sleek,
peach-hued,
wild,
approachable,
God
of a man;
more popular
than
The Beatles,
twice as rich,
and
humbled
by my gifts.
To me,
he was yet
just another
feebly
luminous
glow-worm.
roflol... this last little snippet caught me off guard... My grandson has a battery powered glow worm that sings lullabyes with squeezes and crickets and frog song as background and the little night light slowly fades away as he yawns into sleep. hehehe... quite a combo mixed together... gave quite a guffaw... Thanks
