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My mother is out shopping but Benny can't come around as he has to work as do my brothers. I am left alone in the house. I lay on my bed staring at the sky through the window. It is a warm morning I can hear birdsong and cows moo from the farm. Why did Benny have to work now of all times I muse. I remember that time when he came and my mother had just gone out shopping and we made love on my bed. This bed where I lay now and even though I knew my mother had gone out shopping there was an odd thrill that she might come back and it added to the excitement. But she didn't and Benny had just gone when she drove back in the car with the shopping. I ought to get up and wash and dress but I want to lay here a bit more and imagine Benny is here and he's beside me now and undressed and we kiss and touch. I sense the electric run through me and I want him and we do. But of course we don't. I lay alone staring at the sky listening to birdsong and cows moo not making love and nothing to do.
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
MILKA'S MORNING BLUES 1964.
My mother is out shopping but Benny can't come around as he has to work as do my brothers. I am left alone in the house. I lay on my bed staring at the sky through the window. It is a warm morning I can hear birdsong and cows moo from the farm. Why did Benny have to work now of all times I muse. I remember that time when he came and my mother had just gone out shopping and we made love on my bed. This bed where I lay now and even though I knew my mother had gone out shopping there was an odd thrill that she might come back and it added to the excitement. But she didn't and Benny had just gone when she drove back in the car with the shopping. I ought to get up and wash and dress but I want to lay here a bit more and imagine Benny is here and he's beside me now and undressed and we kiss and touch. I sense the electric run through me and I want him and we do. But of course we don't. I lay alone staring at the sky listening to birdsong and cows moo not making love and nothing to do.
A GIRL ONE MORNING 1964
TerryCollett
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
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