The Hackmaster (A guy I once knew)

The Hackmaster

By Erin L George

1/8/08

　

Kewlllllll twang wrapped in Fenway dogs

Extra mustard, just for spice.

No! They just don’t make them that way anymore!

The boys she knows don’t listen! Spitting on intentions -

He is different. And who would’a thunk?

Each a flavor to her own. She prefers apples. I’d go with cherries

Heaped upon kisses �" his. Extra delicious, I’m sure -

Anybody want to speed up time?

Cause patience has never been my virtue. Or has it?

Ken. Thoughts swirl and I can feel my laugh lines cry!

Maybe someone ought to wipe this smile off my face?

And what’ll he do? He’ll just chomp down -

Sucking at strawberry toes. No! They just don’t make them that way anymore!

Torture. Tease. Taste. All T words.

Eagar, every one. Kewlllllll! The girls he knows don’t smile.

Reel me in. To him: Apples. Cherries. Fenway dogs. His lips.

Reviews

[JewelsGold]

It sounds a lot like love's impetuous and brilliant arrow may have crossed your heart....?
nice work.
I dig it a lot.
He must have been some kisser.