olive-skinned and sly smile
dark eyes
how golden, the rites of passage
I’d rather skip
back to
Kinisi 158
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
olive-skinned and sly smile
dark eyes
how golden, the rites of passage
I’d rather skip
back to
Jnana's Red Barn 
Evocative.Did you have a fling with a Greek?
My Greek connections came much later, after I had remarried. The subject here was likely a mysterious cheerleader in high school or someone just after college or even a coworker a little later.