Sappho the Greek poet, lonely person in a man’s world. She yearned for the tantalizing kiss, caress of soft skin, hot kisses in the moonlight. Oh, how she despaired looking at the stars, dreaming of her forbidden lover.
I am 35, male, writer of stories, poems and flash fiction. I like to blog, I live in Europe. I am a dog lover and still single.
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