It seems that every night you come upon me. You bring an uncontrollable feeling resulting in an insatiable desire to throw back covers and tear off every stitch of clothing I have on. You come in the same way each and every night. No deviation. Like clockwork. You start at my the tips of my toes. First, only a warm - even a glowing type sensation. Your sensation moves slowly through body until - it seems - you reach deep down into the very depths of my soul, I say "Yes, I remember you. I'm ready for you tonight. I'm going to just lie here while you have your way with me. Cause I can't stop the feeling".
Then you are gone. I wipe my brow, my face, my neck, my chest, of the wetness you always leave around my body. I'm fine now. I'm fine now.
Yes, just like clockwork. I can almost set my clock by you. And last night was no different, except, for one thing. I was unable to drift back into the deep sleep from which I was a waken, so I begin to watch Jay in hopes that his comedic prowess would take me back to the land of dreams.
Hmmm ...commercial: CIALIS - "works up to 36 hours" ...commercial: VIAGRA: "ready when you are" ...commercial: some kind of PUMP - "you'll be ready in 4 minutes"
And then I think about Whoopie Goldberg and say "D*MN! Y'ALL REALLY CAN'T COME UP WITH SOMETHING TO GET RID OF A HOT FLASH!"
WTH did you think I was talking about? LOL!
Speak the Truth!
Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old SjP ain't got nothing more to say.
Speak the Truth!
Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old SjP ain't got nothing more to say.
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