Yesterday Goodness

Yesterday, I saw him.
Yesterday, I think I got a farewell kiss on lips. As time marches on I wonder if I imagined it or not...

Goodness, I feel good when I'm with him. Goodness, he's a beautiful dag. I'm considering whether now is the time to be bold. When I'm with him I just want to be gentle. My goodness, catch bloody 22.

-- Posted from bed on a Sunday morning; my kind of church.