when she crossed the line
Exactly as expected it would be
a snowy Christmas, white and colored bright;
(by strict request) I hung her favorite lights
about the house, so that the neighbors see
together we're a happy family.
She'd picked her gift, but what a sour sight
when, Christmas day, I didn't get it right.
And all was fine until she asked of me –
the last she'd ever ask of me. She tells
me "I don't like your underwear." She reels
off, "we compromise our comfort" (that bold
***** "I'll be your man, but know my manhood holds.
I'll never change my boxer briefs" which feel,
in icy weather, warming." Comfort yields.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
when she crossed the line
Exactly as expected it would be
a snowy Christmas, white and colored bright;
(by strict request) I hung her favorite lights
about the house, so that the neighbors see
together we're a happy family.
She'd picked her gift, but what a sour sight
when, Christmas day, I didn't get it right.
And all was fine until she asked of me –
the last she'd ever ask of me. She tells
me "I don't like your underwear." She reels
off, "we compromise our comfort" (that bold
***** "I'll be your man, but know my manhood holds.
I'll never change my boxer briefs" which feel,
in icy weather, warming." Comfort yields.
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