Hot, buttery sunshine warms my too pale flesh.
Tree buds swell in verdant promise.
In the forest birds have gone mad and
Trill their songs of sex from every branch.
In my driveway stands my UPS man,
My Tom Sellack man, brown on brown,
Smiling, wearing shorts again.
Oh Spring! So full of promise!
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Morning Swami! We haven't seen the sun here in a few days. It's been rainy & windy. Spring is definitely coming in like a lion. Roar!
Yesterday was a fine spring day, but today is overcast. I hope that the sky is nicer in your neck of the woods!
(Send me a UPS guy of my own. I know what to do with his package!)
Hands off, HD! It's my fantasy and he's my guy.
Your UPS guy looks like Tom Sellack??
*swoon*
*sends self to Swami*
What a delight to come here and find all sorts of wonderful tidbits from Swami. It'll take me a while to get through it all.
In the meantime, Happy Spring! I'm a lucky gal. Our FedEx guy wears shorts all year round and he's sooooooooooo dreamy *swoon*
Bravo! Nice pome! You should write more of them.
My home office has a picture window that faces the front steps, so I can see my Tom Sellack UPS man coming and going.
I'm so lucky!
Are his buttocks taut?
I like that word- taut...it can sound funny.
*WHACK*
I'd like you to know it's about to snow here.
*sulk*
You obviously don't live in SF. rain, rain, go away.
I didn't say it the first time but, lovely poem!
I have a song of sex! It goes like this:
Hey big boy!
Come and play with my toy!
(not as good as Swami's steamy sex song)
Zombie, "taut" describes him in toto.
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