They say eating pineapples makes your juices taste good.
Lately, I find myself ordering lots of fruit salads, tryin’ to guarantee that my juices keep her coming back for more.
She doesn’t know this of course.
I mean, I know she loves me and I know she loves my goodies but still … I’m trying to lock this one DOWN.
I’m not sure how she does it.
Again and again.
Well maybe, I do.
It’s the way she looks in those boxers I selfishly buy “for” her.
Her soft skin on mine.
The way all her juices penetrate my lips.
It’s the fact that she makes each night feel like I’m at a Maxwell concert.
The screams always surprises me.
Always.
I never have enough time to grab that pillow.
What must the new neighbors think?
I love it. It’s the little things like that when you are in a relationship that are keenly missed since I’m not in one at the moment.
Oh my, my, my. You see you’re never too old to learn new tricks.
Um Um Um, makes you think about “fruit juice” differently :-). Time to visit the fresh food market!