We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. ~Winston Churchill

11.23.2010

Sexy

Your hair is stringy

the dog steals my blanket

the cat meows with delight

I look at you

you smile at me

and drool runs from your night guard

Your hottie status rises

my blood starts to boil

as you squeeze death out on my pimples

You plead for more

I scream of horror

and night falls upon us sweetly.

1 comment:

  1. wow...is this how you and ang foreplay? writing blogs about each other? what a great morning read from you two.

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