For the full effect of deep emotion and imagery, play "songbird" by Kenny G
I go into the spread eagle position, then upper dog. Oils all over.
The dim torch reflects florescent lights from my skin.
I throw on my silk robe, kiss my cat (kieth) and head upstairs.
Commando, I walk out the front door for the newspaper.
Just as the neighbor drives by, a dog catches a Frisbee in front of my Wilson.
I smile.
I walk back into my house to the sensual smell of "Dark Kiss"
I get on blogger and admire Kal-el and Coconut Kweller for 8 hours.
I watch Charlie Schmidts piano cat on youtube. Post a comment.
I prepare a bubble bath, and read "seventeen" magazine.
I ease into the steamy water. Hahhhhht........ ooooh..... that's nice
I make a beard out of the bubble. I look like Santa ROFL.
I shave until my arms are to exhausted to keep going.
I yawn. It must be late. I drink a bottle of elmers glue to get me through the night
I spill. No matter, Kieth will lick it off.
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