30.6.26


Fuck

          Know wha I miss

languorouslysmiled
                  You didn’t miss a spot.

    Youre a peach  pie    Delicious

Thank you.

               We would have been insane with scoops of vanillabean icecream.

Next time next time

                          If it occurs to us

 

What do you miss? 

I miss your bedsprings

tickled  she laughed
                         My bedsprings, mine?    Why?

I loved listenin toem protest

                               They tried making a bigger racket than us   Was a contest
Contest?

Didnt you think so


      Were you competing with my old bed?

Your bed of course
                     My place we slep . .
. . I remember.
                 The floor.

That way we couldn’t fall off it.  You said.

Try as we may we never did

                                      My Gawd kiddo  I love fucking youmakin love to you

As you likewise
Me? eyes big  dimples takin divots

Yakiddinme

Li’l old me?

                Li’l old me.

We loosened a few floorboards

    But they didnt screech, did they?

No  No

           Suffered silently

 

I liked your old bed an awful lot

Housemates complained.

They were jealous

                       Our cacophony was delicious  

1935,  Tuesday,  30  6. 26

Taylor Swift  Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOZFiX6hDXQ

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