Moon magic
I talk to the moon when she's out and showing off her brightest face- so go ahead moon, bleed me dry. Words have the power to sculpt whole live realities that would have never existed without my whispering sighs...
"So are you gay?"
Don't ask don't tell.
She asked... show and tell wins this battle with the element of surprise- one kiss.
"So far only for you, my lady."
Unexpectation to hold our breath by...
"Understated, I was just thinking your taste is understated."
Which is an odd thing to say since I was industrially spring minty at the moment.
"In hand bags. Your taste in handbags..."
Stumbleberries is what the air tastes like now. Berry fairy. She makes my mind swirl and flame off in all sorts of flowery fireworks. I'm not making sense in here! Sense. Those sensual berry lips...
"Would you like a bag with that?"
Mundane things such as cash exchange for a sense of property ownership still goes on in the more rational world. I am now just a piece of driftwood that has ventured beyond the shore and into the parking lot. I'm now only good for burning.
End scene or shall I go on? What do I want to happen next...
"Would you like that gift wrapped?"
Yes I want you unwrapped.
I want you wrapped around me. No bows, only tied up; me, you, a tangled hot mess.
"I have to get some of this stock checked in. I've got to get rid of these boxes for my own sanity, woman the front for me?"
All those boxes in the back room, so many secret places for stolen moments between the waves of customers. The tide is going out, we have time.
"You know, if I were going on a date with a girl dressed cute as a present and she were to whip out one of these bad boys, the date would be over. The deal-breaker handbag is about to make a comeback."
It's awful. It's pursezilla. It will probably eat all these other poor defenseless handbags after we lock up shop for the night.
She winks at me. She's seen my attempts at exorcizing the peasoup stained demonchild bag.
She is toying with me and I love it...
"So are you gay?"
Don't ask don't tell.
She asked... show and tell wins this battle with the element of surprise- one kiss.
"So far only for you, my lady."
Unexpectation to hold our breath by...
"Understated, I was just thinking your taste is understated."
Which is an odd thing to say since I was industrially spring minty at the moment.
"In hand bags. Your taste in handbags..."
Stumbleberries is what the air tastes like now. Berry fairy. She makes my mind swirl and flame off in all sorts of flowery fireworks. I'm not making sense in here! Sense. Those sensual berry lips...
"Would you like a bag with that?"
Mundane things such as cash exchange for a sense of property ownership still goes on in the more rational world. I am now just a piece of driftwood that has ventured beyond the shore and into the parking lot. I'm now only good for burning.
End scene or shall I go on? What do I want to happen next...
"Would you like that gift wrapped?"
Yes I want you unwrapped.
I want you wrapped around me. No bows, only tied up; me, you, a tangled hot mess.
"I have to get some of this stock checked in. I've got to get rid of these boxes for my own sanity, woman the front for me?"
All those boxes in the back room, so many secret places for stolen moments between the waves of customers. The tide is going out, we have time.
"You know, if I were going on a date with a girl dressed cute as a present and she were to whip out one of these bad boys, the date would be over. The deal-breaker handbag is about to make a comeback."
It's awful. It's pursezilla. It will probably eat all these other poor defenseless handbags after we lock up shop for the night.
She winks at me. She's seen my attempts at exorcizing the peasoup stained demonchild bag.
She is toying with me and I love it...