24.3.23

 

he was sitting on the foot of her bed naked

she returned to the bedroom  a huge sparklypurply cup of water in her hand

she took a deep sip then handed it to him  it was heavy

he took an equally deep draught
                                   they didnt empty it by half

she set it on the bedstand returning to him put her hand on top his head thoughtfully rubbed it 
                                                                                                   Back to bed baby?                                                     
he looked up into her face past her happy breasts smiled 
                                                              Yah    
she was quickpulled back the blanket topsheet slipped under them

Gotta admire your enthusiasm kid

she pulled the blanket up to her eyes and giggled even muffled it teased

he stood walked along the bed leaned over  kissed her

she tossed the coverings aside he slipped in beside her pulling the covers up and nuzzledkissed her armpit
she giggled I’m ticklish.  she smelled so good  like freshbaked bread
                                                                          Im not tickling Im nibbling 
It tickles. 
My beardhavent shaved in a couple of days

she bit her lower lip struggled between wanting an not wanting him nibbling 
                                                                                   she endured
 

   Stop.  Please.

he stopped kissed her warmly 


tousling his hair again You were in thought when I came back.

Yes  he smiled wolfishly 
                              I was thinking 
she pulled on his ear What were you thinking?

more wolfish I was thinking how much I like your pubic hair 
she rapped him on the head
                              My pubic hair?you like my pubic hair? 
Adore it absolutely
                        But I was thinking . .
. . Thinking what? her grin approaching wolfish

he chuckled 
               I was thinking  wondering   if I woud like your pubic hair as much if I coud grow a full beard moustache

she burst out laughing  didnt cover her mouth

teasing  Then maybe you woudnt have to have hair

Like a little girl? 
                   I was a little girl . . no more.
No 
   Yare fullgrown  delicious   Don change a thing I love you as you are

1424,  day-between-2-Ts,  11  1. 23
1108,  reggaefriday,  24  3. 23
Tony Allen  Eparago (Yoruba for join forces)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ja6xb9T87bk


Art critic James Elkin argues that paintings are puzzles we feel compelled to solve in order to ease our perplexities about the world in which we find ourselves as well as our uncertainties as to how it is that we found ourselves here 
   courtesy of Timothy Brooks  Vermeers Hat

puzzling paintings

to be solved 
             the idea confused him 
his experience  paintings  artwork  usually absorbed inhabited him 

he an his girlfriend viewed The Girl with the Pearl Earring at San Franciscos Legion of Honor  it was first time in nearly 30 years that Hagues Mauritshuis museum had loaned her for exhibit   

they slowly deliberately worked their way through the gallery artworks that accompanied acting as court to the enclave where she was displayed they approached asif approaching an altar sobersomber   reverent

they had viewed The Girl for more than forty minutes 
                                                        when they left they backed awayhad a difficult time taking their eyes away from her  they felt dopedmesmerised  

they carried their precious experience throughout their four hour ride home through dinner through the night an when they woke in the morning they laid in bedpropped up on pillows enjoying turning the pages of the exhibits catalogue 


speaking for himself he couldnt say or recall he thought anything in The Girls presence 

he did however appreciate Mr Elkins Mr Brooks salient impression

round1430,  Thursday,  23  3. 23
1001,  Reggaefriday,  24  3. 23