yes
i have seen
the dress –
that perfect combination of form
and function
and
holyoldfuckthatisalotofsexy –
before
in a picture
but can now
think of a better
thousand words
(or
moans)
i try to will
mr.nowistheperfecttimetoinvest
to abdicate his seat
and he does!
and she is sitting!
next to
me
the air changes
like right after
an afternoon thunder storm
exploding with
new possibilities
and
she smiles
and
everything else
everyone else
blurs into a mass of
not her
undulating cockblocks
build
into a cacophony
of disinterest
until
falling silent
as she speaks
lasso of words
pull me in
mood
vacillating
between swoon
and rawr
and
she puts her hand on my thigh…
“undulating cockblocks” I so totally giggled like a little school girl at that phrase.
“vacillating between swoon and rawr”
Adorable AND sexy. I totally get that.
I’m with Doni.
mood
vacillating
between swoon
and rawr
Swoon. And rawr.
Dear Sir,
And now I’m going to have to inquire as to the nature of your conversation with Miss Jenn. Because I am fucking nosy and that’s how I roll.
Kisses,
Joy
I loved all of it.
Suddenly my writing feels like shit, but yours… fabulous, poetic, sexy, and enthralling! I want my hand on your thigh…