Sunday, December 10, 2006

O My Beloved, Your Wish Is My Command

Current mood: besotted

Category: Romance and Relationships

tell me of soft winds and not so muted birdsounds in the upper reaches of your aerie. grapeleaves stuffed with spiced and fried hummous, raisins and pinenuts. silken drapes falling off one by one as you spin around me making yourself nude for my pleasure.

I will spin slowly and awkwardly, discarding my T-shirt, windpants, socks, bra and underpants very carefully, so as not to trip and break any bones. I may have to incorporate some hopping into the routine, but once naked I will submit to any and all sexual demands. And then it's your turn, Gander.

(Deeplip/aka Goose)