Buss me by the blueberry bush When no one is around; Only doves hear thereof, The silence turning to sound! Buss me by the blueberry bush And promise not to look; Shady bowers count the hours That love & languor forsook. Buss me by the blueberry bush When we smell incense of loam; Grapes thatContinue reading “Buss Me By The Blueberry Bush”
The Saccharine Sycophant 