One: I love sugar pancakes and guys with pot bellies. And beard. And men that wears white wife-beaters with cigs hanging from the corner of their lips. And men who drives pick-up trucks.
And men with dogs.
It’s a plus if you have dogs.
And the shaggy ones? It’s a double plus.
I love sitting in sinks.
When mama is not home, that is.
If she ever sees me, she’d confiscate all those old mills & boobs I read on the daily.
They are called: Mills and Boon. But I say Boobs because they’re filled with
S.E.X. Satisfying. Enjoyment. Xrated.
Now, I can’t read it around Papa, because he’d burn them along with them ***** magazines I see him with on Sundays
When Mama goes to the community church with that fat pastor, wearing those big broad hats that hides her bony face
He’d read and read and read
And I think it’s those old-smelly books that caused my growing crush on
Eric Jacobs
I don’t mean the magazines. I mean the romance books.
Who’s Eric?
Patience. Patience.
So eager to go to prison, aren’t you?
Eric is perfect.
He reminds me of cherries.
The ones too far in the trees.
That you have climb the balk to get them.
And your skirt gets caught in an overgrown limb and boys with their tricycles below are getting flashes of your cotton panties.
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