When I think of you, I feel lust, but do not be seized with revulsion. This lust is not the primal, sweaty, dripping, carnal craving that blisters so many eternal souls. This lust, as the dictionary defines, is simply, the anticipation of pleasure. The pleasure of sharing a few minutes of my day passing text back and forth across the miles with you. The anticipation of that next witty replythat will make me look like a raving madman,smiling, even giggling at his computer. Yes, even the wildly bold and hopeful lust of anticipating a cup of coffee, a sweet, warm blueberry muffin and the chance to know you more.
This is so very sweet...get it, sweet. Whatever. Anyway I am just seeing this and I hope you put this on facebook too for all of the sweet and clever people you are talking about on there. I know you have those people here as well, but still.
ummhumm, well I suppose that's understandable, I heard it stems into the cookie arena with you as we.. read moreummhumm, well I suppose that's understandable, I heard it stems into the cookie arena with you as well, we will need to schedule you another appointment, lol'
The Ten Commandments of the Writer's Cafe (King Swine Version).
1. Thou shalt not plagiarize.
2. Thou shalt not treat badly any writer based on their age, social status, ability or creative view.. more..