Wednesday, December 06, 2006
38 Twenty
You’re crisper than a twenty-dollar bill that’s never been folded, one that I just got fresh from the bank, totally clean and staring back at me with eyes full of potential. Where can you take me? Use me any way you want. God! I don’t even need to take showers anymore. I don’t even need to sleep. I can just look over at you, fast asleep, and I can lie there feeling ready for the next day. I move my tongue around in my mouth and my teeth feel cleaner than at the dentist’s hand. I don’t even chew my food anymore. My digestive track has switched careers and is concentrating on fermenting better versions of my love for you. Kiss me and try a sample.
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