Beyond a hand
held beyond itself
the mist is too thick to see.
I’m writing you this letter
So you can plainly see
That, though I’m on your naughty list
There is some back story.
See, Springtime rolled around this year
And I realised that my
Quota for good deeds and such
Wasn’t very high.
So I sat down and thought really hard
(I think some brain cells died)
And I came up with this brilliant plan
Of being a girl guide!
Kissed by the sun, by the soft summer’s breeze. My muscles relaxing in the warmth of the afternoon.
Birds singing, the little waves on the lake whispering when they touch the shore. thoughtlessly I draw a finger over my skin and I smile as I drift off in a day dream and then it’s not the sun kissing me anymore.
Your lips brush softly over mine and instead of the waves, it’s your voice whispering in my ear the nefarious thoughts you have been having. And I am pretty sure that the deep red blush on my cheeks has nothing to do with being in the sun too long….
I love a dirty mind. after the cut because it’s a nude pic……
Hey darlins! After all the work I did decorating our new home (well, supervising the work, mostly), the Hubby decided I should come along to the city with him on his business trip. He’s very very good at what he does, so we were set up in a nice apartment for our stay. He wheeled and dealed, and I spent my time shopping, going to the spa, and getting some extensions. So I decided that while he went to a business dinner tonight, I’d stay in, take a hot bath, and settle in with some wine and television. Perfect day!