Sunday, October 21, 2018
Playing
“Is it a rhomboid?” Mercy laughed.
Triangle proving inadequate to
describe Bit's romantic entanglement.
“Your ass is a rhomboid!” Bits snapped.
Then...pulling meditatively on their
half-gallon of Ghinny-Red.
For this once-monthly party for two,
they acted like men--they felt.
“Likely figure. One ages...could be...
Rhomboidally.”
….Musing…with dimple...Mercy.
“And, maybe more gracefully
than that?” inquires angular Bits.
“Can always hope. Been shit
up to now!”
“Bottom up!“
“Here goes nothing!” drank Mercy.
“Leave some!”
“Hey! I’M not the Little Piggy here!”
Mercy seemed so sure!
Both women, thus, sensed
disaster for her.
Labels: affairs, friends, men, Romance, single, single women, triangle, women
Sunday, June 05, 2011
Male Conversation
-She screams?
-Fay Wray.
-Well she was fending off the moves of one, King Kong.
Not a blanched-out puke like you.
-At any rate, noisy love.
-That's one kind.
-She prefers it and me.
-I had you. You weren't so hot.
-That was in another pay grade.
-Is it all shit from here on? Getting scattered women
into filthy sheets?
-‘bout best we can do for the nonce.
-The married seem remotely happy.
-Zombies. Study them at Home Depot.
-She screams?
-Fay Wray.
-Well she was fending off the moves of one, King Kong.
Not a blanched-out puke like you.
-At any rate, noisy love.
-That's one kind.
-She prefers it and me.
-I had you. You weren't so hot.
-That was in another pay grade.
-Is it all shit from here on? Getting scattered women
into filthy sheets?
-‘bout best we can do for the nonce.
-The married seem remotely happy.
-Zombies. Study them at Home Depot.
