She has a way with words, red lipstick, and making an entrance… – Kate Spade
If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
She has a way with words, red lipstick, and making an entrance… – Kate Spade
If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here.
Cyranny's Cove 
nice nice nice. Also you’re posting too many everyday It’s tough to keep up with your posts
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Thank you, dear Count 🙂
I’m sorry you feel that way about my posting/day. I do have the habit of posting a picture (After 8 Moments) a poem and a story every day… I really don’t expect anyone to keep up with everything I publish. There are so many blogs out there, I hope you just take a look at what speaks to you, and I am always thankfull for the visit 🙂
*Hugs*
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Okay now that I know It’s one story, one poem and one picture I shall check them out eveyday, didn’t figure there was a pattern
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Sometimes I’ll throw in something extra if something very special or inspiring hits me… but in general, I stick to a poem, a story (either humor, or a piece of fiction) and my After Eight picture… 🙂 Glad that could help 🙂 xx
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ohhhhhhhhhh, sexy!
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If Mr Mailman does his job as he should, and if he delivers what I think he will… you’ll see why I bought this outrageously red lipstick, Madame Suze! 🙂
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Again, oooh la la.
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The funny thing is that I bought this very sexy red lipstick especially for you people… I won’t say more right now, but you shall find out why sooner than later 😉 *wink wink*
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your lady in red, from yesterday, must have dropped it …
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It made me smile when I saw the color’s name… By the way, I started translating the story 🙂 It might take a couple of days, though…
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no rush Scarlett O’Hara!
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There’s a thing about your smile
There’s a thing about your style
Not sure you’re real
But can’t help feel
I want to be with you a while.
We are but passing ships
But there’s a thing about your hips
And so red
They speak of bed
There’s a thing about your lips.
Jesus H Christ. I am beginning to think I might be stepping over the mark a bit with some of this stuff. Please forgive me if I am. Forgive the terrible poetry too.
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Dear Brutus…
When I read you, belittling yourself and your way with words, you remind me of an old friend… And that alone brings a smile to my lips. I wouldn’t dare compare you to him, or him to you, but I have a feeling the two of you could have had interesting converstations… And I would have loved to overhear that 😉
And, no, there is no need for appologies there! 🙂 But I promise to let you know if you ever cross any line that would require you offering some! xx
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Then I shall continue feeding you until you bite
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🙂 That sounds good!
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