Look, son - there's only two reasons why one does anything. Either in response to something else, or because the wires have just crossed each other, and you're doing the best you can with the language you have and the madness in your heart.
In short, odes and nonsense.
1)How would you describe last night’s verbal patter/foreplay?
Did it meet your desired levels of bon mots, whispered innuendo,
and vulnerable coupling?
2) What was
your opinion of the room and its fixtures (i.e, theYayoi Kusama
Print, the muted, Spartan furnishings, the slight smell of
3)Was ample attention paid
to the precise style of oral ministrations desired by the
4)How would you rank tonguespeed and dexterity?
5) Due to the lateness of the hour and your urgent text which led to
this impromptu face-sitting, we did not explore other
pleasures. You had reached out for some, and even attempted to unzip my jeans, and I gently brushed you
away.A call was made that your pleasure
alone was needed this night.Was that judgement correct?
6) Based on your experience with this evening,
would you recommend this service to your friends?
7)When you finally fell asleep, and I softly
removed your glasses and placed them safely on the ottoman, while watched your
shivering ribs rise and fall, did you know that, for a minute, I leaned in close, right to your nape, felt
your pulse resonate on my lips, and I kissed it? The only kiss we had that night?
On behalf of the management, I thank you for the time and
detail taken to completing this survey.
May you be always satisfied, and may I see you soon.
Hey, Here's this week's www.textsfromlastnight.com poem. Knocked this one off in a hurry because I'm behind on a lot of projects. But, keeping to a schedule of writing is a good thing for a body to do.