Flossie Jones

Whirled peas. Chocolate. Two hour baths. Malibu kisses. Valium. New old music. New old dresses. Tight trousers. Lips. Big eyes. Bigger pupils. Cheekbones. That bit right in the middle between the bellybutton and the hipbone. Legs. Soft hands. Boys. Girls. Beauty. Style. Independence. Individuality. Dressing up. Undressing. Love. Lust. Times gone by. Times to be had. Soundtracks to certain parts of your life. Lush. Karma. Dancing. Watching. Appreciating. Missing nothing. Seeing everything. Letters. Naughty notes. Hearing. Always listening. Feeling. Touching ever so softly. Tickling. Smiling. Laughing at you. Watching you laugh at me. Sleeping in. Dreaming. Dandies. Snears. Smirks. Sniggers. Sitar. Hammond. Maracas. Psychedelia. Soul. Beat. Freak. Fuzz. Screams. Growls. Groans. Chaos. Peace. Quiet. Still. Sunshine. Thunder. Rainbows. Genius. Eccentricity. Brilliance. Confidence. Courage. Compassion. Freedom. Choice. Humility. Discovering. Reading. Learning. Forgetting. Forgiving. Flirting. Ruffles. Velvet. Silk. Colours. Black and white. All the lovely grey. Not knowing enough. Knowing too much. Sharp angles. Soft curves. Sultry. Saucy. Shivers. Shudders. Whispers. Secrets. Giggles. Stories. Tales. Marshmallow. Missing. Longing. Primping. Preening. Blemished perfection. Sideways glances. Longing looks. Winking. Thinking. Those Steel blue eyes. Knowing better. Not giving a good goddamn. Tuning out. Turning on. Disappearing...

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