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By Misti Date: 2003 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.17.04.31.20553]] |
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here she comes again dancing through my head throwing white rose petals etching hearts with his initials inside on the fogged up bathroom mirror dreaming up Christmas with his family and Easter with mine singing "Wonderwall" thinking he's the knight on the trusty steed who is going to joust for my honor and send me balloon bouquets just because oh yes without a doubt because he makes me laugh so hard that I spew Shiner Bock and because he tells me he'll throw the moon in my shopping cart and because he traces intricate designs on my bare back with his talented fingertips and gives me butterfly kisses that make my tummy flip flop and flutter and because he calls me babe like it's nothin' he is going to roll me into a snowball and toss me into the air and all is fair in love I hear so I know different I know I know I know the games and the shame and the names crossed out in my journal entries she is playing dumb winking giggling skipping humming invading my jaded hard-earned tea room in the shade she is begging for a sound spanking the buoyant little brat and I've done kinky to death and found that it's vastly overrated... |