My girlfriend's father turned
Sixty. The party was legendary.
I remember everything.
By the sea.
She was beautiful.
The microphone stang my
Lips as I read the
Worrior's Poem.
Her dress was the closest I came
To pyjamas this morning.
Now her father won't stop
Laughing.
Bailey's and IPA for breakfast.
Sometimes eggs deserve to
Remain unbroken.
She's warm and naked in bed, and
I'm laughing all the way
To her.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
My girlfriend's father turned
Sixty. The party was legendary.
I remember everything.
By the sea.
She was beautiful.
The microphone stang my
Lips as I read the
Worrior's Poem.
Her dress was the closest I came
To pyjamas this morning.
Now her father won't stop
Laughing.
Bailey's and IPA for breakfast.
Sometimes eggs deserve to
Remain unbroken.
She's warm and naked in bed, and
I'm laughing all the way
To her.
