Sunday Afternoon
We were laying in the warm
green grass of our backyard.
Sort of shaped like a right angle.
My hand holding hers gently
between our shoulders.
Both our elbows crooked and my fingers
brushing her hand, barely.
Her softness I could smell.
“What do you want for dinner?”
She casually asked.
“I’ve never loved you more.”
I quietly whispered
towards her ear.
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Scourge on March 29th, 2008 6:58 am
WTF? She actually wanted to cook and you blew it!
Joe on March 29th, 2008 7:03 am
Nothing better on a Sunday afternoon, then rolling the sweet green grass, oh, did i misunderstand??
well that’s ok……………
flagstaffist on March 29th, 2008 8:50 am
how’re the hips, man?
John on March 29th, 2008 10:13 am
Mmmmm….tacos!
judi on March 29th, 2008 3:07 pm
AWWWWWW!!! So sweet!
cs on April 2nd, 2008 8:18 pm
more boobs please