Sex. What Valentine's Day is all about isn't it? If we were still floating about in cyber space and could choose to start again, would we go for the same production? Maybe we could do it ET style, finger to finger, and chop out the messy bits. Have to wear boxing gloves to avoid accidentally impregnating each other. But think of the slow thrill of undoing the laces, gently easing them out of the eye holes. Except that you'd have to do it with your teeth. Or toes. That's one amazing image to shoot into the consciousness. Maybe the old ways are best after all.
Been fancied by some shockers in my time. Huge baboon for one. Not another name for a hairy-arsed bruiser from a building site, but a real wide chested, bandy legged ape from the zoo. I was wearing a blush pink jumpsuit. He came over all interested, puckering his lips and wiggling his eyebrows, clearly up for it. Clearly, this was just a huge pink bottom to him. Nobody else really went for that jumpsuit.
Got my photo in the paper and a letter arrived telling me how absolutely gorgeous I was. Quick glance at the address: Broadmoor, Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Says it all. Have a good one.
No comments:
Post a Comment