You are a Pavlovian mentor I said to him in bed And I your doggie disciple.
Despite ankle wrap, woman at library suggestively dressed. Walks diligently through silent aisles looking for wandering eye. Off in the distance, snoring.
“An object of booty.” Perhaps a good erotic fiction title.
green straw with astounding girth plunged through lid of fidgety teen’s neon green slushie — Young Mormon children mingling with Filipino barista at cafe table Mother standing inches away, mouth clenched
succulent — its name derived from the Latin word “sucus,” meaning juice, says Wikipedia. It must be an envied plant status in the world of flora — a botanical Aphrodite
Dishy brunette: sprawled on floor browsing books on nooky in sexuality section Me: discreetly soaking up the serendipity from behind “Math Squared: 100 Concepts You Should Know,” fished indiscriminately from clearance bin
On the sun-hazy Vegas highway horizon in July, a crawling cop car
Her hungry cat nagging at her feet, Eve applies lipstick in her bathroom mirror before getting dressed for work During rush hour after polishing off her ice coffee from Slave to the Grind, she applies lipstick in her tropical turquoise classic Mustang, which carries a few dings but is in otherwise impressive shape
Alterection Rattled function — Do Simon & Garfunkel collect royalty fees on the word “dappled”? What about “organdy” and “crinoline”? — The I-do-I duality — Lazybee