msheys
"I have to give you props", she said as she handed me a scarf--the green limey shade contrasting with the zebra print of my dress."You are cinching up at the waist, the narrowest part of the body...really lengthens you." I looked at myself in the mirror, pivoting my shoulders for the most flattering angle. Not bad!
Are you prepared to make your statement? the police officer handed me a mimeographed sheet of paper and a municipally issued pen. Yes, I am, officer. I took the pen and placed it in my mouth, hoping he's remove the cap from it for me. Instead, he shoved the end into my mouth and down my throat.
Snapping her gum she stood, one toe point northwest, her skinny arms folded across her chest. Angular elbows bones pointing to the direction she'd be charging out in--any way but standing in front of me. "The truth is, Julie, we never had any thefts until you started to work here...
In one hand she had the door handle and in the other the napkin ring. He stood across the porch from her, recalling their fight and begging God for the last 20 seconds back so he could retract his statement about the quality of her pot holder. She seethed at him, debating whether to spit or throw the napkin ring at his fat head.
This was yesterday's inspiration
looking for some motivation
Pop! We stumble down the stairs, tripping over each other in laughter. Moving toward the electrical box we find that the fuses are all blown. "We've really done it this time" he says, and we fall to the ground lurching and holding our bellies in hysterics.
foamy sweet lips
swallowed throatful of delight
too delightful to contain
dripping goodness from my confection
confection on confection
love