DEAR MAN WHOSE MARRIAGE I WRECKED...by jeffrey mcdaniel...
if it's any consolation, when your wife took me in her mouth, i closed my eyes and pretended i was a piece of wedding cake...
i was the instigator, bring her flowers so often her co-workers nicknamed me carnation hands...
at night, i'd look at the stars and slither my petals through her hair...
it was like we were on Mars-me staring over her skull at the moon, her gazing at another...
what i'm really trying to say is i tumbled into her arms like a thousand reluctant dominoes...
i mean, isn't it odd-how you can buy a lap dance, phone sex, or blowjob in a snap, but can't pay a person a dollar to just sit next to you on a park bench and simply hold your hand...
if it's any consolation, when your wife took me in her mouth, i closed my eyes and pretended i was a piece of wedding cake...
i was the instigator, bring her flowers so often her co-workers nicknamed me carnation hands...
at night, i'd look at the stars and slither my petals through her hair...
it was like we were on Mars-me staring over her skull at the moon, her gazing at another...
what i'm really trying to say is i tumbled into her arms like a thousand reluctant dominoes...
i mean, isn't it odd-how you can buy a lap dance, phone sex, or blowjob in a snap, but can't pay a person a dollar to just sit next to you on a park bench and simply hold your hand...
jinkmaiden:
I don't know whether to be amused...or to ponder whether I'd hold some random stranger's hand on a park bench for a dollar....probably would. I'm a sap.
cinnamongurl:
That's pretty rad and amusing at the same time 