March 3rd, 2010

'SheeeeEEEEE'S a BEAUTY!!!!', they'll say, 'a MOTHER FUCKIN VIXEN', I'd say. The bangles jangle on her wrist, her dark hair flows to her neckline and I plunge to the fabric which drapes over her pale skin. Her walls are paperthin, her life is open and free. We chat, she pets the cats(2) past time and life is better.
"When I skype and drink wine with you," she says, "I can't decide whether or not I'm drinking by myself."
"Your drinking with me baby," I say and we laugh and laugh and laugh it up.
Till next time madame, I will be waiting.