Monday Morning
Goulet
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I forgot how chilling the west wind was
and how chilling snowfall is
in the morning
when you first get up
out of all your warmth
and sweaty positions,
and I forgot how much you grow
and how much of a rise you get
from the chilly mornings
and the raucous nights,
and we had them all the time
in our past life
and in our old house
and in our candle-lit bedroom,
remember,
and you tore at my clothes
and at my shoulders,
and you tore at your clothes
and your breasts,
and you couldn't stop,
you couldn't even love me then,
you couldn't even think,
and I tell you I forgot how the snow looked,
and you laugh and giggle at me
and smile your naked smile,
and the cold can hit your skin
and make you soft-to-touch
and sexy,
but the morning,
the cool-cold morning,
still wets its appetite on you
and on me,
and on everything from last night
when we danced in the steaming shower,
and when we drank to good health
and to dying young,
and you never stopped smiling
or touching me on the waist
or softly on my shoulders,
just as if you cared,
and it's the morning that takes all that away,
it's the morning that makes everything
new and fresh,
and ready for us to drink away
again tonight.
and how chilling snowfall is
in the morning
when you first get up
out of all your warmth
and sweaty positions,
and I forgot how much you grow
and how much of a rise you get
from the chilly mornings
and the raucous nights,
and we had them all the time
in our past life
and in our old house
and in our candle-lit bedroom,
remember,
and you tore at my clothes
and at my shoulders,
and you tore at your clothes
and your breasts,
and you couldn't stop,
you couldn't even love me then,
you couldn't even think,
and I tell you I forgot how the snow looked,
and you laugh and giggle at me
and smile your naked smile,
and the cold can hit your skin
and make you soft-to-touch
and sexy,
but the morning,
the cool-cold morning,
still wets its appetite on you
and on me,
and on everything from last night
when we danced in the steaming shower,
and when we drank to good health
and to dying young,
and you never stopped smiling
or touching me on the waist
or softly on my shoulders,
just as if you cared,
and it's the morning that takes all that away,
it's the morning that makes everything
new and fresh,
and ready for us to drink away
again tonight.
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beautiful thoughts, beautiful moments and even more lovely the thought of waking up in the morning looking forward to having another day ahead of you to create new ones.
Makes me sad.
Makes me toast love lost.
And, I sat here wanting to critique this for you teacher, but alas, I cannot!
Maybe I drank too much.
maybe I drank too much
and then again...
SPANK
Hurts soooo good!!!!!
Come on Goulet, make it hurt so good!
i think it was teh Leprechaun on my shoulder,
i think.
Aye-te-tye! Yer a lucky feller! A bleedin' Leprechaun on yer shoulder! Get 'im te take ye t'da pot 'o gold and don-na let 'im outta yer sites eh, or 'ill be off like a shot, over da rainbow wid out ya!
he's a good Leprechaun,
not like that one that's in my friend's front yard,
that little bastard will be teh end of me,
it's a good thing he's hibernating right now.
Well then you are a lucky fellow!
Does your friend like his Leprechaun?
If not, you could always re-locate him while he snoozes!
or so i hear...
yeah i said wang
wha?
Everybody have fun tonight
Everybody WANG
A green wang? Hmmm, sounds infectious!
OK, so, don't eat the yellow snow AND don't touch an evil Leprechaun!
because then i'm going to eat it
yummy yum yum-yum
LOL! Well, you can be the beefeater, okay?
I see some brown resting in a nice pile of snow over there---oh, beefeater---taste that and let me know if it's Belgian or Swiss chocolate, please.
tastes just like hot chocolate
or maybe hot poo,
but i need a second opinion
Well, then, pass it over, I'll give 'er a lick.
its another one of those mornings then...
slap
lick
spank
grab
molest
unbutton
lick
zip
rub
moan
When isn't it one of those mornings...afternoons...evenings...days...months...years...
decades...centuries...?
I got you and it's all I need
I got you and it's all I need
I got you and it's all I need
I got you
I got you and I still believe
That you're all that I'll ever need
It's you
All the way back in the seventies
You were my little T.V. queen
Y'er tarzan and friend Janine
I got you
I got you and I still believe
That you're all that I'll ever need
It's you
It's the end of the century
I can't think of anything
Except you
It's the end of the century
And I can't think of anything
But you, all, all, I, need
I got you
I got you, babe
I got you
I got you
I got you
I got you
Babe,
I got you babe,
When my world is feeling down
When my smile's turned upsidedown
I got you
To unzip your pants
Let's us do the horizontal dance
In Bedrock, twitch, twitch.
snitch, snatch
perfect match
for my latch
got a trick
lickety, lick
rhymes with dick