She wondered with dreaming thoughts of the vacant glass in her hand. Her soul travelled inside a vacant mind giving such a thrill of enjoy.
Sometimes the empty is good, gives the joy of reaching the tender flow of earth, of love, of beeing. Still loving the vacant situation she had an urge to fill the emptyness with new exiting things.
Her latin lover sat in front of her more "vacare" then her self.
Have a nice week end dear vacant visitors ... :-) (-:
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