runs
wild with her
freeze gun, blasting little
blemishes
off my
skin,
arms and face first.
roll over she says, take
your shirt
off, your pants
your socks and fruit
of the looms
and let's begin.
do you mind putting some
music on,
i tell her and maybe
fixing me a gin
and tonic.
i think you're rushing
things.
she's not amused.
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