25.12.24


there is an obscene colour to the Family Holiday gauntlet
                                                               nearly hurtled  nearly cleared
until next year

if next is granted
                      three did not make this year

while one can admire the pretty watercolour
                                                what to make of the stark executed  pencil sketches
candle smudging  frank caricatures
                                      Who?
Please, you know damnwell who . . . damnwell whos.


    he is not blind

he deftly understands the necessitythe obsequious desire for the patented commercial Brightside
                                                                                                         but to denigrate disparage deny  the other very real side   the sadness  unhappiness
ostrich head buried in the sand
                                   is unacceptable  is unreal
pain sorrow  exhibits
                         it cannot turn on the demand for the comfort of others who do not feel like

    demands are made

some submit
                others avoid the confrontation
he avoided it so he didnt hurt someone
                                           because  he  knew  he would
he was not generous

he felt too deeply 

2124,  Wednesday – Christmas,  25  12. 24

You see?
            coquettishly she slipped her polkadot swimsuit bottoms off her ass
he took a breath
                  Christ oozed from his throat Wha a fuckin assshe knew  breathtaking
he hadnt realise what an assman hed become
she was ahead of the curve
                                   Wha fuckin curves
atop she purred
                  Whatever this is.
Yafuckin kiddin me whaever this is   she knew whaever this was
                                                                          she shimmied
Yakiddin me

what a gorgeous round firm ass

    Whatever this is.
                        shimmied again

echoing her  he steppedup tight behind her

    Whatever this is.
                       he dug the lilt in her voiceher come on  steppingup on herhands on her hips

    Whatever this is.  refused to look over her shoulder at him

he pushed her down
                       hands on her shouldersher hands on the bed  Whaever this is he whispered
Yes.

pushed her feet apart with hisspreading her legs
                                                            Whaever
Yes.

Whaever

    Yes.


he masturbated her with his cockshe kept trying to insert himshifting her hips  groaning
Nono no
Quit playing.
                 he leaned backaway  admired her ass
                                                            decided otherwise  gave her a good tonguelashing
she didnt see that coming
                            gurgled deep in her throat FUCK.  spreading her legs further apart
Whaever this is  apparent


Merry Christmas baby

Again?
Neednt ask

0757,  Wednesday – Christmas,  25  12. 24
1550,  Wednesday – Christmas