ponderings
I stand here pondering the ways of the world; you tell me
you want me, more than anything in the world.
I dress the way you like when you say it makes me more naked than when
I’m naked. When I beckon you to the table of sensual delight, you smile and wave,
but you keep shoveling snow.
Mag #150. image by Daniel Murtagh
posted by rel at 1:12 PM
12 Comments:
I imagine he'll need a warm up soon enough...patience, my pretty :)
I think you are ready for the Spring Thaw!!!!
Ha,ha and @ Helen's remark too!
That's what I thawed. :-)
make me smile- we were both outside this morning shoveling snow! Dreamy....
A bit of hot tongue and cold shoulder, I'd say...for dinner tonight!
Brrrr...how cold can you get? Wait, the day isn't over yet!! Very nice, my friend...
So lyrical...this one's begging for some music, Rel!
That snow sure can be cold on all the body....great write Rel! :-)
We ignore the one we have pledged our love to...ah perhaps he will be drawn back to warmth again.
Oh absolutely right- you can only shovel so much he'll be in soon enough!
Chilly but tender. A nice little combination!
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