he put down the pipehad hit a
healthy toke
exhaling s l o w l y he watched the smoke play
swingdance with motes near the ceiling in the late orangeafternoon sunlight that streamed through the window
MSNBC politics playedaired on his
computer
referred to an
article written by Anne Amplebum ANNIE
he cried
paused
WHO
wrong NO Amplebum
no
he turned
to himself Whacha thinkin
no offence to Anniehe was in a relationship an his girl put most girls to shame so Annie
shoudntcoudnt take exception to him not finding her attractivealluring
a
lure thas for fish
whawas he
thinking
his high settled in his brain like
a nettle of lightning boltssynapses firing like .270 roundsflat powerful sighted at 200 metres
howled down from the mountain
Applebaum
thawas more like ithowever Amplebum titillated him
his
girl had tha goin for her
he sucked in some air
wondered wha she was up to
called
Hey baby, whas up?
You are Yareup in my head
he explained whawas governing his senses
she
laughed heartily
he could imagine her dimples
deepenthe brightness in her eyes she didnt
cover her mouth
when her laughter stopped
Listen.
the way she said it his breath caught highup in his chest Yes
her breath picked up slick thicker
Whadaya doin
she breathedit caught in her
throat she cleared it breathed deeper
Whayadoin
Baby. Guess.
Am I still up in your head?
Or elsewhere?
You hands on
her
breath quickened
Are you
quickening
Damn Holdup lemmecatchup
Hurry
she purred
1548, Sunday,
25 6. 23
1131, 2sday,
27 6. 23
Suzanne Santo of Honeyhoney Thin Line https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZoumK7aIIHA
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