Among my mother's pansies, down the ribbony path, squirrelled behind the privet, she slipped down her underwear. Like a cat, watching the pointing finger instead of its subject,
So get out of this one, Wizard. Never ones to do things by halves, they’ve pretty much stitched you as tight as can be. As tight as your lips that time, thick crisscrossed twine
He tugs on a sheepish grin, pulls the book from its carrier - receipt fluttering like a fallen harrier - and strokes the cover thin. Apologises for the luxury –
He tugs on a sheepish grin, pulls the book from its carrier - receipt fluttering like a fallen harrier - and strokes the cover thin. Apologises for the luxury –
Sometimes in the lift at work as the clunk and hum kicks in and the postage stamp window goes grey undo your top, flashing no-one, feeling the air, the germs