Heart of the home.
24th June 2018
Thigh high raised skirts, hot legs on brick walls so tall it hurts.
Two wafers at a bad church, I want to nibble the equivalent fibble.
The groups can’t interact for unmentionable counteracts and I’m humdrum, I fail to react.
Sunstroke teasing, eye pleasing, fate deceiving, watching those good legs weaving.
I’m still habitually believing.
He said she was needy because she text “I miss you.” after a year together.
I think he’s lucky, our weather is too hot and clammy or too cold and withdrawn.
The perfect temperature is the heart of the home.