It was a perfect afternoon, as I sat holding the cig in my hand,
I looked at the clouds that raced past over me; I drew in a puff,
I was clad in next to nothing, just the sheet drawn carelessly over me,
There was no need to dress anyway, for, I'd be back in my bed,
Where my man awaits; we've decided to take a short break,
Before we dive into each other again for hours on end...
My goodness, it seems there is a lot of agreement amongst us as to what makes a perfect afternoon!
ReplyDeleteVery suggestive. (mmm) We enforce a "NO SMOKING" rule at our house.
ReplyDeleteOoh la la! I'm loving the vibes
ReplyDeleteWonderful summery afternoons .... celebrate good times!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWell I've just been reminded how tame my life is....Phew !
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