ruffles - the new spanish fly
i dated this guy for a minute back in the day who used to wag his eyebrows and go, whattya wanna do? i know what we ken do... and he'd waggle his eyebrows some more.
my stomach flopped there was so little charm in it.
i mean, don't get me wrong. he was cuuuuuuute. and smart. but where had his innocence gone? he had no idea yet the gifts he had to offer. because of his style i wanted ice cream sundaes or potato chips in direct proportion to what he wanted - disclothes'd sweaty things. things perfect for l a t e r but not for then, not for us.
the swaggering. the bedroom eyes. the heat of june. i dragged him to nature preserves to walk and talk; he dragged me to dark neighborhood parks. i dragged him to peopled places to investigate, to explore, to wander; he dragged me to dark neighborhood parks.
youth.
now, more than what? 15 years later, when i hear the phrase, whattya wanna do? the smirk eats up my face. i think of rob, his lanky frame, his sexed-up blue eyes and excellent pouty lips. then i say, i know what we ken do...
then, hand in hand we go the the important room. where all the food lives. chips. the perfect aphrodesiac.
my stomach flopped there was so little charm in it.
i mean, don't get me wrong. he was cuuuuuuute. and smart. but where had his innocence gone? he had no idea yet the gifts he had to offer. because of his style i wanted ice cream sundaes or potato chips in direct proportion to what he wanted - disclothes'd sweaty things. things perfect for l a t e r but not for then, not for us.
the swaggering. the bedroom eyes. the heat of june. i dragged him to nature preserves to walk and talk; he dragged me to dark neighborhood parks. i dragged him to peopled places to investigate, to explore, to wander; he dragged me to dark neighborhood parks.
youth.
now, more than what? 15 years later, when i hear the phrase, whattya wanna do? the smirk eats up my face. i think of rob, his lanky frame, his sexed-up blue eyes and excellent pouty lips. then i say, i know what we ken do...
then, hand in hand we go the the important room. where all the food lives. chips. the perfect aphrodesiac.
posted by stacy muszynski at 11:02 PM
4 Comments:
reading you makes me feel like a missed out on a lot. where did my days go without the dark neighborhood parks? this was a sensual post disguised in a dark green robe. you probably know that that was my way of gushing.
oh yr so-damn cute. and thank you. so what about all those crazy tricks up yr sleeve, miss? y've always been up to something... it's in yr vervey verbs and twisty adjectives...
right now, i'm just sick of annual report-writing.
ha. and here i was almost sorry i never got to write one...
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