"let's do it." says i one night
"no no i daren't." (pronounced "durn't") says she *"m'father would be
so angry.."*
the next tuesday i say:
"hey we should get together go wild and get into some shit--you might really like it!"
she says "noo.. well, maybe sometime. b-but you can't let on to my sister! oh would she be jealous of it all."
"mum's th'word" i says.
"and you can't get her to do it instead!" she cautions.
"s'alright. i like those mirrored freckles on your lip. she doesn't have those."
"okay well i daren't do it now tho."
a month later i say *"well do
you wanna, donna?"*
a sly smile then "how about a drink first?"
so i buy us hennessy and we drink
**** near the whole bottle
and she, real drunk now says only
"noo noo i daren't do it!!" (here bad timing chortles leerily at me with that
"oh ohh ha ha ha ... ooops!!" shit-eating grin)
while the bottle rolls round under the table.
so i pass the year away
with a few casual encounters
and
then she turns up some tuesday night on my porch with a moan sayin'
"oh i wanna!"
so of course i
did it, twice,
and she, while rubbing my belly after said:
*"ohh. that really is nice!"*
& so i did it once more for kicks ...
holdin' her down on that big king bed.
th'next week she comes in wearing
new leather boots/hair curled/breasts overspilling
she asks
"have you ever seen la dolce vita?"
while we're sweating away
"yes."
so she gushed *"oh but doesn't it show
how beautiful it really is?
the joining of two people so hot
& sacred?"*
"geez." says i, "so become a catholic already."
she giggled ("you comedian!") and wanted to keep doing it again
a few times
but you know, i was quite serious.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
"let's do it." says i one night
"no no i daren't." (pronounced "durn't") says she *"m'father would be
so angry.."*
the next tuesday i say:
"hey we should get together go wild and get into some shit--you might really like it!"
she says "noo.. well, maybe sometime. b-but you can't let on to my sister! oh would she be jealous of it all."
"mum's th'word" i says.
"and you can't get her to do it instead!" she cautions.
"s'alright. i like those mirrored freckles on your lip. she doesn't have those."
"okay well i daren't do it now tho."
a month later i say *"well do
you wanna, donna?"*
a sly smile then "how about a drink first?"
so i buy us hennessy and we drink
**** near the whole bottle
and she, real drunk now says only
"noo noo i daren't do it!!" (here bad timing chortles leerily at me with that
"oh ohh ha ha ha ... ooops!!" shit-eating grin)
while the bottle rolls round under the table.
so i pass the year away
with a few casual encounters
and
then she turns up some tuesday night on my porch with a moan sayin'
"oh i wanna!"
so of course i
did it, twice,
and she, while rubbing my belly after said:
*"ohh. that really is nice!"*
& so i did it once more for kicks ...
holdin' her down on that big king bed.
th'next week she comes in wearing
new leather boots/hair curled/breasts overspilling
she asks
"have you ever seen la dolce vita?"
while we're sweating away
"yes."
so she gushed *"oh but doesn't it show
how beautiful it really is?
the joining of two people so hot
& sacred?"*
"geez." says i, "so become a catholic already."
she giggled ("you comedian!") and wanted to keep doing it again
a few times
but you know, i was quite serious.
odd daydream hashed into a meter which just flew into my head a couple days back. wouldn't leave til i put proper words to it.
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