Reaching back to twisted single days

Steamy, glistening me seeking to be …

Cool while enduring poverty’s heat. Wait for nocturnal porch

Habitual me craves …

Smoke, drag, puff of naughty stuff on moonlight seat

Scared me demands

The right to dream of A/C, my own car and daily, unfettered carnality

Mind moves forward and embraces reality

Miracles, everywhere

Paid-off Dodge,  A/C home,  lover husband

And this fine PC, Partner in Cyber Crime

Smokes? I miss, but not that much.