Pre-Obituary Thoughts

I'd love to make her moan, my remark to my mates on the day that I first spied wife.

Now I'd just love her to stop.

Open your mouth, a game that we'd play, back in a time when our headboard would bang.

Now I pray for those lips to be sealed.

As she lay asleep in our bed, I'd watch in wonderment at the rise the fall of her breast.

Now I just want it to stop.

It is the breath that powers the mouth, to make the moan. 'You never take me out!'

Now I've decided, I will.

 


Comments

Paul Spooner

Sun, 23 Nov 2008 08:26:47

Dude, you should send that one to Hallmark....

 

Elizabeth

Wed, 26 Nov 2008 10:21:59

You already know that I think this is a perfect piece of flash.

I also love the new look of your site.

x

 



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