he headed to the well 

                          wished 

wishing for better 

wishing for best 

   Ohmy heel boyheel  no nonsense friend Best play it close to your vestNO  Closer  Heel heel hide it

he hid it had too had become too pronouncedtoo prominent tooo in her face

OHmy whellshit Let it loose 

                            she smiledwas amicable  carnivorous  into it  he graspedher kissedher pushedher down lickedher gobbled  his 20/15 went black fleshblinders  theyd gone glib all glibberig  slick

gobbled 

        chanted gibberishrubbish rubberish chased her tail across the floor  caught it  let her go  chased it again catch-an-release until gobbledegook got the best of themhis jaw locked up his tongue failed to work

   he had an oilcan 

                      offered it  gesturedsuggesting  Are you a glutton for punishment

thought  Whas a little pain between friends and lovers

 

   lovers 

           frankly  he asked others if outside the intimacy of their bedrooms if they ever publicly referred to their significant other as  My lover 

NO.

     they were terse

Lover it seemedas it was with him  to remain in their bedrooms bathrooms showers tubs kitchens livingrooms on diningroom tables on the floor up against the wall  on top of illloaded agitated washing machines 

   he stood up from the bench in the bar where she sat on his lap  an arm beneath her knees around her back  he stepped into the aisle an set her gently on her feet 

What’s wrong? she asked 

he turned by her shoulders patted her pretty fanny and sent her on her way 

over her shoulder What’s wrong?  

I think you ought to find your lover 

                                    You left him somewhere in here

   lover said in public  just didnt sit right with him       

2130ish,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  21  9. 22

1207,  Twosday,  6  12. 22

A toogood to be true wifey   whod really want one  or husband for that matter 

                                                                                      Fetch my slippers, my tobackey and corncob, we’ll smoke together, hurry, fetch girlie, fetch.

when she returned hed pat her head pat pat Thas a good girlie, such a good girl pat pat so good pat such a fine bitch, I wouldn’t have another. 

                           he thought his comment through 

he lied nay misspoke  embellished got carried awaygot ridiculous of course hed have another  an anotheras would she  thought Variety, wifey, it the spice of life. Varietals. Various delicious vagrants who grant accessexcess, grant ddelights cupped together thumbs under fingers aside, an offering, verily a banquet, not quit till every inch of skin is surveyed, touched, tonguetickled, sucked, lapped, tugged, twisted, poked, eyelashlashed to within an inchNo . . lesser . of the pleasure to rock her loins.

she returned

              But a moment wifey . . please pack and light my pipe. 

                                                                        he felt his face 

felt the glasses pinch his nose readers to see  goggles to ogle small printfine print bane of his existence

                                                                                                              though also she readers see-throughs xrays peekaboos agog aglance astarehysterical Ohme ohmy Heel lad heel, pull back. he thinks

the pipe litsmoking it she blowsbreathes cross his face it curls fancifully roundly  curvaceouscurlicues 

                                                                                                            Pipe? my love.  she grounds him

 

   Ey.

       Thank you, my beauty, my girlie, my wifey.

she pinches his cheek 

                        Can read yer mind donfool yourself, lovey, I’m plenty for ye, allya can handle. Pity men, so full of themselvescant do two things at one yet think they think they can pleasure two women at one.  Ah, given suchprospect better yelie back anleave us to ourselves pleasure each other whileye look on . . likely tuggin yer flesh.

she took the pipe from between his teethtook a puff blew the smoke

                                                                       Yehear me hubby?  I spoilye for reasons ye donundarstand.

Ey.  I hear you. 

                   Thank you for go for my pipe. 

she slipped it between his lips

                                 My pleasure, lovey.

          

2040,  Day-between-Two-Ts, 21  9. 22

1037,  Twosday,  6  12. 22 

Grouper  A I A: Alien Observer  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBX5rDszspM