I wouldn’t eat that.

If you were hungry enough you would

I’d die before I ate that.

death  he thought extreme

                            she relishedas he many foods others would refuse to eat

they were talking human flesh

Then you must realise in that given circumstances in the Andes

                                                                   Id eat youmore for me

You woul . . . she paused she knew better than go there  went anyway You wouldn’t.

I have

You sonofabitch.

Not whaya said

                   As a matter of fact youve come so hard you coudnt speakcoudnt form words made only   sounds

    Delicious sounds I shoud add

she blushed furiously

I cant believe youre blushing Its you an me

You know I’m not a fan.

Anyet

         Whas tha about

You destroy my inhibitions.  Satisfied?

I pursue your satisfaction baby

she blushed harder

Its a good colour on youheightens the greenhazel in your eyescompliments your freckles  Kindalike a Luxardo Maraschino atop a sundae Buckwheat

Buckwheat.

              I love when you call me Buckwheat.

Youre my Buckwheat my one and only

                                         Id like to keep you thaway    Eat

   You say the sweetest things at the oddest times.

0200,  Sunday,  30  6. 24

1145,  Thursday – WON’T BE THE LAST Fourth of July,  2024