Man, I'm not one for wandering eyes but it seemed like I was drawn into her as though i was at the will of a cartoon editor of some sort that wanted me to get caught staring at her ass.
But damn. It was a silohuette on a landscape of formless figures and the reason it even got my attention was those shorts. I mean they were banging like the Grambling drumline and all I wanted was a rimshot.
By this time I've been gaping so long that I have probably offended the owner of this Baby Phat onion, but I really dont care at this point. It keeps using some alien telekenetics that sound so much like John Coltrane's Love Supreme to me, that I start to whisper:

"a love supreme, a love supreme, a love supreme"

It just so happens that as this wonderful telekenetic balloon, baby phat onion walked past me, I felt a jab into my ribs.

"Yes Lord! I'd give my rib for that...."

And then realized it was my wife telling me that if I keep on keepin on, I'll have more to ask the Lord for than just my rib back!


LOL


LOVE!


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"With peace and love in my lungs,
I hold my breath until the Poet returns."

--Boxcarboys