By B.K.
Date: 2 January 2001
You Know Where the Key Is
It fits the front door Darlin.
The Merlot is chilled,
there’s a new log on the fire,
Andrea Bocelli is
driving me crazy, singing
Italian love songs to me
in the shower. I’ve laid
out some silks. (Red or white?)
Just hope I get to them
before you. But then,
you always enjoy hot
steamy shower scenes,
me screaming,
laughing, being carried
over your shoulder
like some wild wet
animal, kicking and biting
till you tear down my defenses,
with your kisses of fire,
melting me into runny hot glue.
Oh Darlin, Hurry! I want you!
bk
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