9 AM:
I SLEPT LIKE A BABY,
I SLEPT LIKE A BABY,
A REALLY NEEDY WHINY BABY
WAKES UP EVERY TEN MINUTES
WANTING TO BE FED...
BABY.
BUT...
waking up with GOD in your bed,
holding you and smiling at you
and smelling sooo good, and...
I not only hit the snooze alarm
I tossed it out the window.
SMOOOOOOOOOOCCHHHH!
11 AM:
Bounded, ok oozed out of bed
and hit the shower. God LoofAHHHHHed
both of us.
He loofed and I ahhhed.
THEN WE GOT SERIOUS.
Not about showering exactly.
Giggle.
LOOF WOOF LOOF WOOF.
Anyway, 3 hours/days/weeks, and we was
ALL spiffy and headed downstairs for brekkie and GOD KNOWS...what all.
Seems like GODBOO is a breakfast person.
I, believe me, am not. I like breakfast food.
Just not for breakfast. See, my system doesn't really recognize anything before noon. I know but...
Well, we were squeaking into the kitchen just a hair before noon, and by the time we got done making the food...
Food. YUCK.
Glass of grapefruit juice, SEVERAL GALLONS OF COFFEE, and I am just fine.
Boo?
3 eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, a toureen of something evil looking, and....
I walked out onto the terrace with my mug, grapefruit juice already consumed.
Boo walked out next to me with a banquet cart loaded. LOL.
We sat at one of the tables up next to the bar on the terrace.
It was already quite warm and sunny...exactly the same as I felt after last night. I sipped my coffee, Boo shoveled his enormous breakfast
into his needy orifice...while simultaneously munching on my neck and holding my hand.
I loved it.
He made short work of the food, and turning toward me looked hungry...which made me slightly nervous. NOT. Heehee.
Behind the neck with his left hand again as he gently pulled me to him, and the kiss of life began.
I may get into this breakfast thing after all.
WANTING TO BE FED...
BABY.
BUT...
waking up with GOD in your bed,
holding you and smiling at you
and smelling sooo good, and...
I not only hit the snooze alarm
I tossed it out the window.
SMOOOOOOOOOOCCHHHH!
11 AM:
Bounded, ok oozed out of bed
and hit the shower. God LoofAHHHHHed
both of us.
He loofed and I ahhhed.
THEN WE GOT SERIOUS.
Not about showering exactly.
Giggle.
LOOF WOOF LOOF WOOF.
Anyway, 3 hours/days/weeks, and we was
ALL spiffy and headed downstairs for brekkie and GOD KNOWS...what all.
Seems like GODBOO is a breakfast person.
I, believe me, am not. I like breakfast food.
Just not for breakfast. See, my system doesn't really recognize anything before noon. I know but...
Well, we were squeaking into the kitchen just a hair before noon, and by the time we got done making the food...
Food. YUCK.
Glass of grapefruit juice, SEVERAL GALLONS OF COFFEE, and I am just fine.
Boo?
3 eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, a toureen of something evil looking, and....
I walked out onto the terrace with my mug, grapefruit juice already consumed.
Boo walked out next to me with a banquet cart loaded. LOL.
We sat at one of the tables up next to the bar on the terrace.
It was already quite warm and sunny...exactly the same as I felt after last night. I sipped my coffee, Boo shoveled his enormous breakfast
into his needy orifice...while simultaneously munching on my neck and holding my hand.
I loved it.
He made short work of the food, and turning toward me looked hungry...which made me slightly nervous. NOT. Heehee.
Behind the neck with his left hand again as he gently pulled me to him, and the kiss of life began.
I may get into this breakfast thing after all.
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